Sunday, November 01, 2009

Sunday Bloody Sunday

The last 24 hours haven't been the best Ben has had in quite a while. Late last night I gathered my boy into my arms on our sofa to spend the last waking moments of Halloween in a snuggle fest. When I got up to head off to bed I didn't expect Ben to try and follow me. He did.

You wouldn't think falling 30 inches on one's face would cause such a distressful mess but when you can't react to protect yourself from accidents you are open to all kinds of injuries. Both me and Joan are feeling awful for not being more alert.

Ben still had his glasses on and the inner corner made a ghastly looking gash next to his right eye. To add injury to insult we think Ben may have hurt his hip - a situation we had already been concerned about. Let me rephrase that: extremely concerned about.

There is a bunch on our collective plate at the moment and none of it is very tasty. I'll fill the blanks in over the next few days but our week may get busy due to this being the last show weekend of the year. Add to that agenda that I'd really like to participate in the annual blog fest of posting every day in November...I'd say it was a bad month to start.

I'll have much more to blog about tomorrow...when we feel better about Ben.


Maggie, Dammit said...

Thinking of you all. xo

flutter said...

Oh, crap! Poor kid! Don't beat yourselves up too much, these things do happen