Or is it just me?
Avery had her first stitches today after slamming into the coffee table.
It was traumatic - for me and for her.
And after a visit to the ER we barely had enough time to make it to church for the Primary Program.
Like I threw on a skirt, took a minute (much to the annoyance of my husband) to put on minimal make-up, and went to church with Avery's blood on my shirt and the I-rolled-out-of-bed-and haven't-touched-my-hair yet look.