I've got so much to say from the last few days, it's not funny. I haven't posted in almost a week, but I refuse to have two "Wordless Wednesday" posts back to back just because I haven't written anything in a week. I'm sorry I wasn't writing, I was preparing for the heartache of being a kindergartner's mother. I freaked out all weekend, and then somehow made it through the first day (almost) without crying.
And now, it's been the second day, and she's fine, and doesn't come home crying 'cause she misses me all day long. And I'm surviving. She is excelling, which is amazing. Well, okay, not "amazing" as in "I can't believe she's doing well because she isn't smart and whitty", but as in "I'm so proud that she's amazing" amazing. If you can follow that. If not, don't worry, tomorrow is going to be a wordless Wednesday post, where you don't have to worry following my train of thought.
Also, I'm sure that you're sick of seeing photos of kids with backpacks, looking progressively more sleepy in the morning, waiting for their bus. Or, you're looking forward to more. Either way, you may or may not see one similar on my post tomorrow. Yes, I have so much to talk about from the last few days, that I'm talking about tomorrow's post instead!
That's how I role.
I'm feeling pretty weird tonight; I'm hyper but sleepy. I think it's coming from adrenaline. Let me tell you what happened today. I was horrified and know I'm going to have nightmares tonight. And I'm going to ache from just telling you about it.
I have a step from in the kitchen to down into the living room. One step. But it's a steep step, and it's one of those that is feared by all mothers of toddlers everywhere. We have a rug to break the fall, but not really, 'cause you can't really break a fall onto tile like this. Welp, it happened today, as it often does, that he fell off the step. He's done it before, but never like this. The boy was riding his truck, pushing it along, and so he fell from on top of the truck. It doesn't seem like much, but the additional few inches tore him up. And somehow, the truck ended up on top of him. I didn't see it, and I'm glad, but I could have done without the bleeding. Do you know how hard a mouth is to get to quit bleeding? It's hard. 'Specially when your toddler is screaming and wont let you even see the source.
So, I never figured out where he was bleeding from. I think it was a mix of his lip and the gum. I stripped him down, gave him an iceepop in the tub, and the cold helped with the bleeding. He ate the whole thing, or it melted, and then I bathed him and cleaned the tub. But as soon as I got him dressed, he came in for a kiss and hit his mouth too hard, and it started bleeding again.
So it's been a long day.
And that was just the boy!
My girl is in school, and started riding the bus today. It pulls up in the driveway and comes to get her, and drops her off, and Dog is waiting for her when she gets home. It's pretty cute.
Welp, this has been a total random post, of ramblings. For which I'm sorry, almost. But not all the way sorry, because I just had to get some words out before I went to bed, and it really helped with the anxiety I've had all day since he fell.
Have your kids or loved one hurt themselves seemingly horridly and you felt helpless, but knew that not even the doctors could do anything?? Please, share with me, so I don't feel so alone on this :p