My job is fantastic as I can make my own hours (aside from my mandatory marathon Monday eves). So Tuesdays I plan to take Scarlet (4 years) to preschool from 8am to 1pm. It is 2 minutes from where I work. My plan is then to work from 8-ish to 11 and then shop, run errands, pedicure, whatev. Liam is to be home with Billy during this time. This is all new since the New Year if it seems odd that I am speaking in "my plan is to..."
Today I worked diligently from 8-10:30am and then went to get a massage. Ahhh.
I have been going to a massage therapist named Carol for a few months as I had a crazy kink deep in my right neck that would come every month or so and give me what I call "painful robot neck". From my point of view, Carol is a magician of sorts and whatever she does helps me greatly. She would say that she listens to one's body and incorporates energy work, chakra therapy and cranial sacral into her massages. Don't be fearful of the new agey words--it works.
Worst Part of the Day-
Let's continue the timeline of the day:
I pick Scarlet up around 1pm. It takes here awhile to leave her preschool 'cause she loves it so. After much stalling and hugging all the kids she will see tomorrow, we leave around 1:35 and rush home to meet my brother Mike who is moving to Portland, OR today. His flight is this evening and he and my dad are stopping over for a minute so I can say goodbye. At 2:15 we give Young Michael many firm pats on the back, wish him well, and I head to the pediatrician with Liam for his 12 month check-up. Scarlet is freaking out because she can't tag along as she looooves the doctor and all things medical.
It is a good Dr. visit (easy for me to say...Liam receives 3 vaccines and has blood drawn) as he is up to snuff on the developmental fun and games.
Despite the poking and prodding, Liam seems happy so I chance it and take him to our local health food market to pick up a few things. He totally rocks in the store and we are outta there with a quickness. When we walk in the house we are greeted by an excited Scarlet and Billy who are interested in the appointment. I run out to the car to get the groceries. Scarlet follows me as she wants to help with everything (precious). Plus she knows there's Pirate's Booty in the car and she's addicted (who isn't?) I don't give Billy any specific instruction to watch Liam 'cause that's needless to say in the world of 2 kids--it's man to man defense--I have Scarlet, he should have Liam, right? One minute later I walk in with my arms full of groceries and see Liam smiling and standing inches from our basement steps. As I am stating (yelling) "Billy, are you watching him?", Liam slips and falls down a half flight of stairs. (They are carpeted, but my god!). I am instantly NOT calm and get very intense and say to Billy "you've got to watch him!" as we both rush to console the crying babe and check him out. Billy says to me "I think it was your angry aura that made him fall". Huh. Maybe I do detest the new agey ones after all.
So whether it was Scarlet who left the kitchen door to the basement open in her desire to help carry in the groceries, whether I should have dove to catch him the minute I saw him, or whether Billy turned his back for one second...perhaps it's pointless to play the blame game. Thankfully Liam was not hurt at all. (My lawd it was scary, though).
As I read over his 12 month-old safety checklist from the doctor tonight, it certainly mentions baby gates, child-proofing and preventative measures. Funny, it does not mention a thing about avoiding "angry aura".
Thanks for letting me set the stage. The bottom line is my neck ache is 10 times worse now than it was this morn.
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