Sorry. Didn’t mean to freak out on you like that. It’s just that it’s been an eventful couple days, so we’re all a little…high strung here at the Bunker. Yesterday, the boy slammed his thumb in a door at school (or possibly someone slammed it for him, I’m not totally sure). He didn’t cry when it happened, but we took him home early and it proceeded to swell up to about 3 times its normal size and turn black. He didn’t complain of the pain much during the day, but last night he woke up crying in pain.
Sigh.
So this morning, we’re going to the doctor’s. There’s only ONE thing better than having a child wailing in pain and being unable to help, and that thing is holding your kid down while they have a necessary (but painful) procedure done to them. It doesn’t matter if it’s going to eventually help them feel better; that little wriggling mass in your arms only knows that MOMMY IT HURTS! and there’s nothing you can do but hold them tighter and hope it’s over quickly.
Sometimes, being a parent is the crappiest job in the world.
