I jumped out of bed at the first sound of my name at 3 a.m. I rushed through the hallway toward my four-year-old boy’s bedroom when I suddenly found myself lying on the floor gripping a throbbing shin. Someone had left a large wooden stool in the hallway, and I had tripped over it badly banging my shin in the process. I lay there moaning as I slowly tried to get back on my feet. My son peeked out from behind the bedroom door, his tousled hair sticking up everywhere.
Read the rest over at Our Circle of Friends
Comments are closed.