She Had a Bad Day

I realized as I wrote the title that there are so many girls in this family that you might need some clarification, as to which 'she' I am talking about.
Unfortunately, it was Daisy's turn today.
We got ready for church as usual. Tyler was speaking, so I was already gearing myself up to have all four kids with no help. Women do it all the time, so I figured I could stick it out for one day. And truthfully, the kids weren't too bad while we were in the Chapel. It was just when we decided to leave for a moment.
I was sitting there singing the opening hymn, and I looked over at Ivory and realized that she was in panties today (she still goes back and forth between diapers and underwear, depending on the mood she is in), and that she hadn't used the bathroom since earlier that morning. This meant that she was a ticking time bomb, liable to go off at any moment. I briefly contemplated trying to last through Sacrament meeting, but visions of a wet pew quickly banished that idea. Next problem... I had Daisy and no Dad to hand her to (since he was up on the stand). I thought about handing her to a friend, or maybe June could watch her for a minute. I was thinking about these options as I leaned over to tell the girls that after the song I was going to take Ivory potty, and Robyn chimed in with a, "Oh, I need to go potty too." Fine, we will just take everyone. So after the song, we all filed out. Robyn goes by herself but Ivory needs a bit of help still. I balanced the baby on one knee, and held up her dress. Robyn finished up and Ivory wanted a wipe. I just didn't have the hands I needed, so I put the baby up on the counter and asked Robyn to make sure she didn't roll off.
Six seconds later, I regretted that decision. I was pulling up underwear and I hear the baby start to cry and I turn around to see her on the floor. (!@#!@^&^@#) I'd like to say that I was an understanding mother who didn't make the second child feel like dirt for letting her baby sister fall on the ground (not so much), so shortly there were two children crying (I apologized later). I never would have left her there with the baby if I didn't think she could handle it. It seemed simple...don't let baby roll off. If she rolls toward edge, push her back. For heaven sakes, she only weighs 11 lbs, she can't be that hard to move. Regardless, the damage was done, and it wasn't that serious. Daisy had a rosier cheek on one side, and some hurt feelings which I swiftly cuddled away.
The only good news is that Tyler is thrilled that he doesn't have to worry about being the first person to drop the baby (it has been him with the other three—and when I say 'drop' it usually means 'rolled off the couch' or something like that. I didn't want you people, who have seen Tyler toss our children around, to think he is not responsible).