Monday is not my friend. I have duty Monday mornings so I'm always feeling rushed. Then it's inevitable something Monday-ish happens---
Like getting a new student {who is perfectly delightful, but throws a kink in my well organized machine} and then twenty minutes later a call from daycare about the toddler.
Oh my boy, my clumsy, accident prone boy. What will I ever do with you? Poor thing tumbled down the playground slide stairs and bumped his head. And busted his lips. And bruised his eye. Shoot.
Is anyone else having deja-vu? Me too, peeps. Me too.
We were lucky this time. Much luckier than last year. His face isn't near as banged up... no concussion here, and kudos to me, I didn't even cry.... at the actual time. {I did tear up a bit at the doctor's office this afternoon. He was pushing on Reese's eye to make sure he didn't have a fracture. Ouch.}
And so, tonight we are thankful for two things:
one} That sweetness is physically fine. So he'll have a black eye in all his 3rd birthday pictures. Better that than a cast or a party from a hospital bed.
and two} That tomorrow is Tuesday. See ya next week Monday!
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