Sunday could have been fun.
I had scheduled fun all morning with some projects and a quick Mother's Day Card for my Mom.
|Photo Window card. |
I used some of the bits on my scrap table including that super cute
Crate Paper flower die cut which has so far proven too large for any layout.
|Card interior. This is my favorite family photo right now.|
This is the story.
We decided to go to our favorite casual restaurant since we KNEW everything would be totally crazy with Mother's Day crowds.
But the line was kinda long so we decided- hey Joann's!
I wanted to find this super cute Deer stamp for my December Daily Album (still unfinished)
As I looked through the stamp baskets and my husband right next to Lola
She tripped right over her left Crock
and cracked her head open on the useless and empty shopping cart I had pulled over to the side.
|Our first ambulance ride ever. I've told Lola that ambulances are places where heros work. |
She loves watching them pass by. I could have lived happily the
rest of my life imagining ambulances looked like they do in the show ER.
If I had only used a shopping basket instead of a cart.
If I had just put on her Mary Jane's instead of the easy "Crocks"
I'll never forgive myself for saying- ah these are easier than chasing her around the apartment to get her to wear her shoes.
If I had put her into the cart as I always do but she was SO HAPPY walking around...
If I hadn't walked to the end of the aisle.
If I hadn't pulled away the shopping cart so she hit the wheel edge.
If I had just insisted "Let's eat first."
|Ok so apparently there is now this analgesic gel that you can apply|
to cuts and totally numbs the area after 30 minutes? Dude- she didn't feel a thing.
We had to hold her head in place because she kept trying to see the needle at work!
And naturally there are the obnoxious questions from certain family members who insist we are crazy for not suing the store.
Wait- how is Joann's responsible for my daughter tripping over her shoes?
The floor was clean.
Till her blood spilled on it.
I think if I can or should blame anyone I should go after Crocks.
PLEEEASE don't buy these shoes for your little ones.
Lola has tripped on them before but we figured it would be ok- we're going to a paper store.
What's the worst that can happen?
The floor is clean.
She's got bare feet.
She's got 6 stitches and some gnarly looking paste on the outside so the scarring is minimal.
Lessons in motherhood.
- You might not get there in time.
- You are accountable for everything that happens to your your kiddo. That's a good thing.
- People will stress that they hope your GIRL doesn't scar in her FACE. Because permanent brain injury not as important.
- The injuries can and will happen right in front of you as your child is running to you.
- You will have to take charge because everyone else will be yelling, talking to each other, handing over a maxi pad (uhm yes this happened- and I was grateful- at least SOMEONE did something useful) running the other way or giving totally irrelevant advice.
So that was my Mother's Day.
I'm ok now.
I was feeling major guilt and utterly incompetent.
I was freaking out about concussions.
Even the scarring thing started to worry me.
Then I remembered my sister Leticia, my sister Melissa, my brother Guarionex and my nephews Kaine and Marcus.
What the hell- forehead scars are a family tradition.
Just don't let that *%#@ happen again Mom, capisce?