I’ve never been particularly graceful (my two years doing jazz dancing at 7 and 8 didn’t really make me elegant unfortunately, perhaps I should have tried ballet).
I’ve spoken before about accidents related to getting my pump cord caught on things, as well as my adoption of a Tubeguard to take the strain of me rushing about.
Tonight, though, I outdid even myself! I was getting my son ready for his bath, and quickly rushed out of his room to get the necessary bits and pieces together. As I brushed past the doorway, the pump cord got caught in the door jamb, and before I could even click what had happened, my…
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