Yep. Won’t be posting for an unknown length of time. Thank you for all of your well-wishes on Facebook and through emails.
Can’t wait to discard this crappy card I acquired.
B (my 3-year-old son) “dance attacked” me while I was dressing him. He caught me off-balance and I fell backwards into the bathroom sink, banged the back of my head and blacked out. I woke up with B on top of me, his face inches from mine, him patting my head saying, “You should really dance more carefully Momma. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”