I shouldn't even admit to this, but what a week I have had.
1. Yesterday I dropped Karl in the bathtub. He sits in his little bathseat to play, but to clean his underside, I pick him up, hold him across his chest in my left arm as I use my right hand to clean. Well, he got a hold of a barbie that was on the bottom shelf of a 4 shelved shower caddy I have in there. He was pulling her so hard, but her arm was stuck and he was about to bring the entire thing down, 100 bottles and whatnot, on top of us. I figure letting him go with my right hand would be better than the entire thing falling on us. So I let go, grab for the barbie and ~slip~. He slips out of my hands, conks his head on the side of the tub and goes underwater. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, his knees were on the bottom when I was holding him, so it's more like he just slipped to the side, but yeah, that's what happened. He only cried for 20 seconds thank goodness.
2. Today, he takes a dive off my bed. UGH. I swear, I have no idea how this fucking happens. EACH of my children have fallen off my bed. He was sitting there, just fine, I'm cleaning up Allie's foot which had a cut on it, and he just LAUNCHES himself forward, center of balance transfers to top of his body and he falls to the ground on his face. This time he falls pretty hard and he cried for a good 5 minutes. I felt terrible. We have new carpet and I got the added bonus thick carpet pad, so that was our saving grace. He's okay but I'm a little shaken. I've had to do with dropping my baby twice in two days. I rule.
3. Tonight, Ella was climbing up her ladder into the top bunk, slips a bit, catches herself and says "Jesus Christ!" out of exasperation. My husband says "ELLA! Where did you hear that??" to her little innocent voice "You, daddy". OMG. I had to walk out to not burst out laughing. It's not funny really, but I was more shocked. I curse like a sailor, but that one was all daddy. I had to throw in something that wasn't all my fault after the first two!