And Bubby almost got to make his first trip to urgent care tonight, yay! Oh wait... Yeah, he ker-plunked, head-first, onto the floor as he was climbing into his booster chair at the kitchen table. I did a little shriek, picked him up, let him cry in my arms for a couple of minutes, tried not to giggle at Baby Bear sitting in her chair at the table and cracking up, tried not to be frustrated with Popo in our faces: "What happened? What happened? What happened?", then took a look at the damage. He instantly had a crazy purple and red doozie on his forehead. It was huge and it was different than the usual ones, so it freaked me out. My mom and the pediatricians' nurse advised me. He wanted his Tylenol and when asked said his head hurt, but really seemed fine right away. Until he squeezed his pinkie finger in the folding door. Bad night for the little fella.
Somewhat difficult day again today. We were very lonely and had cabin fever. We didn't make it to church because Baby Bear's been sick. She was still a mess today, but could be much worse.
I still had the smallest sliver of patience throughout most of the day, but it wasn't quite as bad as last night. A nice walk and ride on their bikes midday boosted our spirits a little. And after their naps, we really had a great night together (except, of course, for the medical incidents). We had breakfast for dinner, then painted pictures and played games. I love my kids.
It wasn't really cold enough to warrant the hoods, but they love them so
This trip sure has been getting difficult for me lately. Scoop: it's really hard to be a "single" parent to three small kids, 24 hours a day, with no external forces imposing structure (like a job or something). It's all up to me to make our days organized but fun, keep them from killing each other (a task becoming more daunting each day), train them, and feed them. Oh, and occasionally get some food in my mouth. And keep our house standing. I'm not really whining, just laying it all out. Earlier today I was whining.