Nothing like starting out the week feeling awful.
Ian was running around the living room this morning while we all got ready for the day. He would stand still in one spot for a moment and then yell "Go!" before running across the room to another spot. Repeat. It was adorable.
One of his trips didn't turn out so well. He stumbled and fell head first into a box that is waiting to go to storage. His temple hit the corner of the box and he fell into a puddle of tears on the floor.
While he buried his face into my shirt I tried my best to get an ice pack, that Daddy delivered, onto Ian's boo-boo. Ian would have none of it. So, I was forced to give up and just give him a dose of Tylenol for the pain.
Then I had to deliver my tear streaked, hurting kid to day care with a bruise and a growing goose egg on his forehead.
I hate being the mom with the broken kid at day care.
Monday, November 08, 2010
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Sounds like even Ian is having a Monday. I'm sorry you had to drop him off in the "broken" state but I'm sure by the time you were pulled away from daycare, he had already forgotten and was having a great time playing.
ReplyDeleteOh I know, I want to explain that I wasn't abusing my kids! But really they are used to seeing kids who have little injuries. :) Hope he's better soon!
ReplyDeleteI bet he was fine as soon as he got busy playing with his friends. But there is no escape from the Mom Guilt. I feel it all the time, everyday. There's always something that we moms think we could have done batter.
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