Oh my goodness, what a shocking 24 hours I have had...hence the delay in getting today's post up in a timely fashion. In fact, I am braving Mat's shed, and a possible need for a tetanus shot, to bring you today's blog. He has this archaic computer in his shed (doesn't even have Word on it) to view YouTube videos as he rebuilds cars by night. It is so gross out here...bugs, dirt, empty Jack Daniels cans all over the place and my favourite, the penicillin experiment he appears to be cultivating in a half empty coffee mug right beside where I am standing. Yuk!
Anyway, onto the last 24 hours of nonsense. You know how I planned to get a whole lot of stuff done yesterday? Well, I didn't. Nothing. Not a thing. Elliott was having one of those days where he was injuring himself left right and centre and needed constant attention. Just simple things like pulling toy baskets off shelves and banging them into his head, falling backwards off his bike onto the concrete and banging his head, dropping a little glass jar of my hay fever nasal spray and cutting his finger on the broken glass, and also catching his fingers in every door and drawer that he opened! It was just one of those days. Oh and then last night, I somehow managed to break Mum's laptop that I have been borrowing ever since I broke my laptop and PC on the same day!!! So today the computers went to the doctor and the only Internet access I have is in Mat's shed.
Before I was due to take the computers to the computer doctor, we had just returned from swimming lessons and my hair was a frizz ball. I decide to straighten it before going out in public so I did my hair, turned off my straightener and popped it on top of the bathroom drawers. Normally I close the straightener and lock it but today I was too focused on getting the computers out of the office and guess what I hear...screaming, oh horrible blood curdling screaming from poor Elliott. I knew straight away what he'd done and I raced out of the office to help him. Blocking the hallway and my passage to rescue Elliott was the timeout chair, the baby walker and Sophie on her bike. I pulled poor Sophie forwards on her bike with such force that she went riding, involuntarily, across the family room floor. I raced to Elliott, scooped him up and ran his poor little hand under cold water for as long as I could keep him there. I felt awful and am so mad at myself! He has burnt along the pad of his thumb and half way across the palm of his hand...he must of grabbed a good hold of the darn thing! So, after running his hand under water, I took him to the chemist, howling of course, and they gave me some cream and Nurofen to sort him out. We got back to the car and I drugged him up immediately and lathered his little hand in burn cream. He screamed. Poor, poor little guy!!!!
Right now though, he is soundly asleep and so is Sophie. Hopefully when he wakes, a lot of the pain will be gone and my guilt will have subsided just a little. A valuable lesson learnt by both of us today :(
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