OK, OK, let's all just calm down! My sweetie is right, of course, I think I was just a bit overemotional when I read Maria's comment. Life here has been a little crazy. Like tonight, for instance. I convinced Bossy to do another Tupperware party for me, so I was getting ready to head out the door when Princess came up from her room.
She was a bit upset. "Dad?" she questioned. "My ceiling's dripping water!" It only took my sweetie about 10 seconds to realize that the water he heard coming from the direction of the laundry room was not the washer filling, but the bathroom faucet running. He made a mad dash for the sink which was running all over the floor.
That was a mistake! There was about an inch of water on the bathroom floor and his feet went right out from under him. He hit the floor hard, his fall only broken when he hit the edge of the bench in the mudroom with his rib cage. He writhed in agony on the floor for several moments trying to catch his breath while I slipped carefully past him and turned off the water.
He refused my assistance, so I grabbed an armful of towels and began cleaning up the water mess. Most of the kids were gone, so we figured it must have been Baby Doll, standing on her stool, turning on the water but not having enough strength to turn it off again.
My sweetie finally managed to get off the floor by himself, but we may end up in the doctor's office tomorrow anyway. Anybody out there ever have a cracked rib? What should we watch for?