I did not have a very good "Mom Day" today. When the boy and I returned home from our walk this afternoon, I turned around from unlocking the front gate to find the stroller - with Soren strapped snugly in, of course - mere millimeters away from tumbling down the front steps of our apartment complex. Note to self: that middle landing step is NOT level! You CANNOT set the stroller there without locking the back wheels! Holy crap, that was terrifying.
Later, I nipped some skin on the end of his thumb when I was clipping his fingernails. Of course I'd clipped the other nine talons without incident, and he was starting to get wiggly, and I was rushing to get done because he'd already scratched himself with that thumbnail earlier in the day, and I didn't have as much light as I should have had, and I should have just waited, but no. I tried to just finish up, all quick-like, and then he was crying, and I felt awful.
(Fortunately, he got over it almost immediately and doesn't seem to be permanently scarred - physically or mentally - but still...)
I know, I know, "Worst Mother Ever" is a tad hyperbolic, but today certainly didn't earn me any gold stars or anything, that's for damned sure.