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February 26, 2009
Maybe next week will be better
This has been one of those days when I totally feel like Mommy of the Year.
I set Owen on the bed to change his pants or some such, and once I wrangled him dressed, he sat up and started playing with my nightshirt. I stood right in front of him by the edge of the bed, in case he got any wild ideas about jumping headfirst to the floor, but he was totally absorbed in that damn shirt. While I was standing there, I changed into a pair of jeans, and then for some reason thought I should check out how they looked in the mirror on our dresser. So I walked around to the foot of the bed, and in the 20 seconds I wasn't watching the boy, he freaking took a header off the bed. I heard that sickening sound of skull on floor through the carpet. Ugh. I'm still not sure what finally made him move, I mean, where he fell to the floor wasn't even on his way to me, which was the one direction I could picture him moving (and also, a great sea of down comforter that DOESN'T LEAVE BRUISES.)
At first, I could only see a small mark on his forehead, and after a minute or two of crying, he suddenly looked up at me and smiled. An hour or so later, I noticed that he has some scuffs on the tip of his nose, and what might be a bruise just under. I kept an eye on him all afternoon, but aside from having an idiot for a mother, I was pretty sure he was going to be fine.
This evening, Jamie had her first big school program. The whole Kindergarten did a bunch of songs about friendship. Jamie did great, aside from the meltdown she had right before she had to go meet in the gym. Apparently, the 5 seconds it would take to get a picture of her smiling in her dress was going to make her SO LATE. I ended up making her stay until she calmed down, which kept making her later, because she would calm down, and then get all WAH again. Kid drives me nuts. Anyway, she stood up there on the risers and sang and did her arm movements and was totally awesome.
I, on the other hand, was totally annoyed. We were surrounded by kids who stood on the chairs so we couldn't see, kicked things, talked in their outdoor voices, performed acrobatics across their mother, and generally made it hard to see/hear/enjoy. I was talking to some fellow PTA'ers afterward, and they were all "weren't you just in tears at that last song?" and all I could think was that I must be dead inside, because I enjoyed it, but I was at all emotional about it. Apparently sappiness is totally cancelled out by annoyance.
Posted by me at February 26, 2009 9:02 PM