Bad Day, Bad Mom

Chloe Works It, despite Broken Arm...

Have you ever had a bad day, that snow balled into an ass kicking monster of a mind fuck? 

I have. It was yesterday.

My daughter fell off the monkey bars last thursday, she had an ace bandage wrap from the school and seemed OK. No one called me so I chalked it up to her dramatic nature. I dropped her off with her Dad on Saturday, told him to keep an eye on it, that it was most likely sprained.  She wasn't complaining about it, and she was satisfied to go swimming and eat sushi wearing an ace bandage.

On Sunday evening after I picked her up from her Dad's house, her fingers were blue and the arm was immobile. I took her to the ER early Monday morning. We got an X-ray and a cast. I felt so guilty, I cried.

And she consoled ME.  I am currently accepting donations for her future therapist bills. Especially since I took her on a photo shoot and had her work the camera, (she's really good at it as you can see in the picture).

Anywhooo, upon arriving back at the school to deliver my wounded child, my oldest daughter was in the office puking in a trash can. So I spent the rest of the day, alternating gatorade and a bucket. 

My guilt is overwhelming, I'm looking for a gift to make it up to her, I'm thinking a Starbucks Card and the keys to my car.