As if things weren't complicated enough, Q fell off the computer chair we were playing on and...
broke her left clavicle.
So, not only has she broken her left leg in March (if you haven't read my blog for long), she now has yet another broken bone.
Now I must endure a visit back to the orthopedist, as well as fend off calls from human services. Rightfully so, I look like a complete ass of a mother and human. I'm not sure what's worse. Seeing her in a sling, or me feeling like a big shit. Okay. That's easy. Her in a sling. For sure.
Thankfully, her leg (which she wouldn't walk on after the fall - which was on CARPET from a CHAIR - moving yes, but still) is FINE.
I, however, am not.
Now back to my crying fits.