Work has been totally crazy for me the last month and Andy’s travel has picked up again. So I’ve been trying balance the boys and a hectic schedule this week solo. This picture seems about right; just subtract the dog and add another kid.
But this morning I woke up and realized that I had a few meeting-free hours in front of me. While there was still a lot to get done, there was the tangible possibility that I could drop the boys off and treat myself to a latte at Starbucks (dream big). So we did our normal routine; baba, breakfasts, diaper change, clothes, hair, snots (they can’t blow their own noses yet), shoes, jackets, etc.
We were 6 seconds (!) from walking out the door. I was putting the last velcro strap on Andrew’s shoe when Teddy (who had been surfing the kitchen chairs) slipped and smashed his face precisely on the base of our stone kitchen table. Screams, tears and a gigantic, instantaneous GOOSE EGG on Ted’s head! You can see his head but here’s what was going through my head, ‘F*@K!! What do I do?! Ice? Pediatrician? ER? I haven’t read this chapter in my mommy books! Where’s my calm husband when I need him because I’m loosing my sh*t! I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know and Google’s not helping! I broke Teddy! Worst mom ever!’
So I’ll cut to the end… a $30 copay and visit to the pediatrician later I learned that Teddy is 100% fine. And energetic boys with no fear have a propensity to injure themselves a lot. The next 18 years just flashed in front of me and it involves an exorbitant number of cuts, bruises and bandaids (and that’s if we’re lucky!)
Love you Teddy Bear! But can we please leave the heart attacks for when daddy is home next time?!
Oh by the way, this is 100% what we looked like by school drop of this morning: