This morning I somehow got my slipper wedged under the sofa and fell while holding DD (nearly 5m). I managed to dump her on a pile of cushions as I went down, and then carried on like a sack of potatoes, hit my knee on the wooden floor and twisted my back as I swerved to avoid the coffee table.
DH came in just as I was picking myself up, and asked me what had happened. He looked at DD, pronounced her to be fine (she was, she didn't even notice anything had happened), then sat on the sofa and proceeded to cut his toenails. I went to heat up my cuppa.
I hardly ever moan about DH because he's ace, but I could really have done with him being a bit more sympathetic! I'm a bit annoyed I haven't got a bruise on my knee to point at 
Anyone else had a mildly irritating morning?