Mother of the Year

Carter had his first set of x rays this weekend. I was holding his hands when he flung himself tantrum-style and broke his fall with his wrists. When he wouldn't reach for anything and was screaming incessantly, we headed to urgent care. Thank God his wrist was fine and it turned out to be a relatively common and easy to fix dislocated elbow.

Fast forward to last night. Carter outright refused to sit down in the bathtub. Despite nonslip mats, this makes me very nervous. I was constantly telling him to sit down and forcibly placing him on his little behind. Tantrum mode struck again and he face planted into the tub. He smacked his head pretty hard, right between the eyes on his forehead. This child is asserting his independence in dangerous ways.

This morning I sighed to Seth that I won't be getting the Mother of the Year award. He reassured me very nicely that motherhood isn't a competition and it's not performance based.

Spoken like a true father.

the miserable last hours before a long weekend.

today started with some awful traffic. Really, it took me DOUBLE what it should have.

since then, it hasn't gotten too much better. half the people I need to work with are gone and the other half are gone mentally. that may or may not include myself.

oh, last hours... go quickly please.