my nerves

Daily Stats:
Words: zzzzzzz...
Caffeine: barely my morning cup so far
Evil Calories: peach crisp
Reality TV: ANTM reruns

This week has been chaotic. My son (aka cutest child ever in the history of time) maimed himself not one, not twice, but three times this week, two of the incidents involving blood.

Now, I should preface all this by letting you on my little secret. I HAVE NO FREAKIN' CLUE WHAT I'M DOING! All I know is that a) my son is the coolest thing ever and b) he often times wants to eat ice cream for breakfast, which I highly respect. Other than that, my approach to motherhood is very "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants-and-try-not-to-freak-out".

So here was our week. Saturday, he was stung by a Yellow Jacket as he was coming down the slide at the playground. Monday he lost his footing on the stairs, fell, hit his face and got a bloody nose, and Tuesday he tripped, fell on one his toys, and cut the inside of his lip with his tooth. My "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants-and-try-not-to-freak-out" theory was out the window, replaced by "MY SON IS BLEEDING! THERE'S BLOOD! HE'S BLEEDING! CALL EVERYONE! 911, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, THE CIA, NASA, THE IRISH MAFIA! HELP!"

The answer is, "yes", I was freaking out more than he was. Kids are frighteningly resilient. Within an hour of each incident he was back to normal, laughing, playing, asking for cookies (I request I also highly respect). However, I'm still a basket case. And eating peanut butter cookies hasn't helped.

I may or may not survive motherhood, but I know for sure that my son will sail right through with no problems. Well, as long as there are cookies, mac n' cheese, hot dogs, ice cream and several copies of Monsters Inc. in the house.