By Nicole Perkins
Yesterday was great – I was bursting with ideas and motivation. I wrote out a To-Do List, made some self-imposed deadlines and was ready to dig in. The problem was – as we all know – our kids have their own schedule.
It’s going to be a busy summer for us so I outlined everything I want to have done in May – the big plans and there are a lot, and decided that each day I would knock out a couple things to get me closer – like I said, I was really inspired.
So, first on my list was simple – get the truck washed. I had my new black FJ Cruiser parked outside for a couple days and of course the birds thought it needed some attention. My list was ambitous for the day, but it was all little things – nothing the kids and I couldn’t have fun doing so I packed some snacks and off we went.
We pulled up to the car wash, I cleaned everything out, including the kids, and headed inside with my coupon that I actually remembered this time. My kids love the carwash – they have a huge window where you can watch the cars go through and so they raced ahead of me to get a good seat. When I got inside, my 2-yer-old son was standing on the chair and before I could finish telling him to get down before he fell, he fell – right on his face.
I picked him up, and immediately blood was pouring out – this is a first for me and let me tell you, it is the worst feeling EVER! There was so much of it I couldn’t tell if he had lost a tooth or if it went all the way through – all I knew was that there was an Urgent Care in sight and I screamed at the lady to stop my truck – I had to go!
He was still hysterical when we got there, both of us covered in blood and my precious 4-year-old daughter trying to calm us all down, and the hospital couldn’t have been nicer – I guess there’s a first for everything right! They cleaned us up and put us in a room and within 5 minutes, I swear, my son was trying to climb on the doctor’s stool, saying he wanted to go back to the carwash. Boys!
Needless to say, my son is fine – teeth intact and luckily his huge lips prevented the cut from going all the way through (my husband said with the swelling he looks like a Simpson’s character)- just a mild concussion as evidenced by the vomit-soaked crib in the middle of the night which the doctor had warned me about.
(Note – these are his lips without any swelling!)
So my ambitions had to be put on hold for a day – a small price to pay for being able to stay home and be the one to take care of my adventurous baby boy.