I don’t even know where to begin but tonight I had the biggest scare of my life. Margot was in the bedroom putting away laundry or tinkering around and I thought she was watching Graem. I was also upstairs ironing some pants for Margot’s meeting tomorrow. All of a sudden I heard a loud bang on the stairs…I took a deep breath, gasped, and looked down at the stairs. All I could see was my little girl falling head over feet over each stair until she was at the bottom and on the hardwood floor.

My worst nightmare had come true.

I rushed down to get her nearly falling down and so did Margot.

After very very close examination it appears that nothing is hurt. She does have some redness on her left backside. And five minutes later she was playing with the remotes like nothing had happened and abusing the cats.

I can’t stop thinking that I really let her down as a parent and that I should have known that she was behind me. My mind keeps replaying in slow motion her falling down the stairs and I wish I could have been right underneath her taking the pain.

This really could have turned out tragic, broken bones, head injuries, and God only knows what else.

Tonight I lie in bed at 1:00 in the morning and as cheesy as this is have to believe that an angel was watching over Graem and really carried her down the stairs because it could have been so much worse.

I love this kid so much more than I ever thought possible.

This has been the month for falls down stairs: Margot fell down the stairs a few weeks ago and slid down about 6 stairs and ended up losing two glasses of water on the way. I fell down about 5 basement stairs with a big laundry basket and just felt achy. Now, Grammy beats us all and falls down a whole flight.

Anyone know of a nice ranch house for sale with no basement and a bathroom?