My Children are Trying to Destroy Me

On Monday, one hour before I needed to be at work, I tripped over the PS2 controllers that were left in that hallway after telling my children three times to pick them up. I immediately knew that I broke something, thankfully it's just my toe. I'm on crutches for a week, which makes watching Pete essentially impossible, and getting around work and home a moderate inconvenience. To make life "easier," I packed all my essentials in my computer backpack so I could remain somewhat independent. In my brief absence, Lucy decided to douse my entire bag with my coffee....new computer and all. That was at 7:37. I was to be in the auditorium at 7:45.
But today, my husband sent me beautiful flowers at school and Ella impressed me again with her independence as she ventured off to her first day of school. Lucy was sad that Ella wasn't with her at daycare, but Pete will move down soon, and she will start preschool next week.
I can't believe how they are growing.
I hope I survive until they are all 18.