I will not talk about the rough stuff today.
I won’t talk about Max flipping off of the swing and onto the cement on his head. I will not talk about how my stomach flipped when I felt the squishiness that was the back of his head. I will not talk about the large bruise/ scratch on his back that we didn’t find until hours later.
I will not talk about the scary first-communion dress sewing process. I will not, I will not, I will NOT.
I will not talk about Lucy and her seemingly endless teething. I grit my own teeth when I think about it.
I will not talk about how the vicious bug that bit Tess behind her ear, producing blood and angry, red swelling. I won’t talk about the tears she didn’t want to cry, the pain, the embarrassment on her part. I won’t mention the benadryl pill she choked down, the baking soda compress, the ice . . . it was all so very painful.
I won’t talk about how frazzled I felt at the end of the day. I will not talk about how even now, in the dark and quiet, I am unsure if I can handle another day like THIS one tomorrow.
Nope. I just won’t do it. Not today.
Poor Max. Poor Tess. Poor Annie.
A dab of vinegar mixed with water will help with stings and swelling. Cucumber compresses with baking soda are great too. And for you I recommend a wine cooler, a lawnchair and a great tomorrrow!
All in one day! Ugh. I second the wine cooler comment, although, I’m quite sure I would opt for something a bit stiffer than that.,,