“You’re scaring me. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” My words come out in a rush as I start throwing on a pair of black leggings and the first T-shirt I can grab from my drawer. “Oh, honey, I’m fine. I just took a little tumble when I was walking to the bathroom. Apparently, I forgot to eat yesterday, and I had a little fainting spell. I know better—I just didn’t have much energy to even get out of bed yesterday.”
Not rocking with this mom
