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November 10, 2004
Que es mas macho, head injuries or network outages?
Today, in preparation for tomorrow's photo shoot: Eyebrows waxed? Check. Manicure? Check. Shopping? Check, though unsuccessful. Drop child off at daycare even though you have the day off from work so you can enjoy your oh maybe third day to yourself since child was born? Check. Pick child up and discover he has a giant head injury from falling into a bookshelf? Roger, dodger.
Poor Bean. He's been getting pretty battered since joining good old Toddler 1 a couple of months ago. He took four bites to the arm before he finally got up off his butt and said screw it, I'm walking. He's also had a couple minor scrapes and scratches, but today was the most grevious of injuries.
The most disconcerting thing is how none of the teachers will look you in the eye when you come in, that is your tip-off. Then the lead teacher hustles over mumbling "sorry, sorry" while waving an official My Kid Got Injured form you gotta sign and THEN you notice as you bend over to pick your child up that said child has
a. bite mark on arm
b. fingernail scratch on cheek
c. head wound
d. missing limb
e. all of the above
Now we've got to wake him up every four hours, and just when he was sleeping through the night like a drunken teenage rock star. He's fine and acting like his usual 1-year old self (I called the pediatric nurse on the drive home to see if we needed to do anything and she asked me a bunch of questions including "Is he moving his head normally?" I glanced back at him just as he started head-banging furiously to Elizabeth Mitchell's cover of Hey Bo Diddley and said "Um, yeah..."
Meanwhile, during all of this, my boss is calling my cell phone because our frick fricking website has been down for the past two days and this is Not Good. So even though today is a holiday and I have Fridays off, my presence is required on various conference calls and my brain will be needed to think about Work-Related Things after the big photo shoot (if I can even go now) instead of rocking out with my kid.
Sometimes, having a full-time job and a baby makes me feel like I'm playing a schitzo game of Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots whereby I'm receiving repeated blows to the face but am unable to fall down.
Posted by Max at November 10, 2004 12:47 AM