A few days ago we had our carpet restretched, so we had to empty all our bedrooms of furniture. When we put it all back, we put the rocking chair that we keep in Gal Smiley’s bedroom on the opposite side of the room. We use the chair when she cries at night to rock her back to sleep.

This morning I have a big scrape and bruise on my arm. It appears that, at 3 a.m., it is really hard to remember that the chair isn’t where it used to be.

Many thanks to Sir Monkeypants for not laughing when he came to pick us up off the floor. I even got scrape sympathy this morning :).