Calling for backup

So it's been one day without Mark and Danny's already trying to kill me. He hasn't been too kind to himself, either. I was leaning over him at lunch to take him out of his highchair and he jabbed me right in the eye socket with his sippy cup. I was startled for a second and looked up to find that I literally couldn't see straight. I was afraid to look in the mirror because I thought for sure my eyeball was dangling in its socket.

Then the panic set in, "I'm going to have to go to the emergency room. Danny's ready for his nap--who's going to stay here with him? Who's going to take me since I'm blind? All my friends and neighbors are either at work or have their own kids to take care of! Crap!"

But since my moment of terror was making Danny panic, too, I decided to suck it up like a real mom, pick my eye up off the floor (not really), put some ice on it and get Danny down for his nap before figuring it out. Slowly my eye sight returned and Danny kept the mood light by laughing at my having to keep one eye shut. Once Danny was peacefully napping, I felt so much better that I simply made an appointment with my eye doctor later that afternoon to check it out. When we left to go to the eye doctor, Danny managed to somehow cut his lip open a little and bleed all over his clothes. BIG DEEP CLEANSING BREATH. This following a night (and day) of teething that left him crankier than anything. And he skinned both knees this week, too. At different times, of course.

But all is well. The doctor said the eye will survive with nothing more than a little bruising. We even made their day. When I walked in, the nurse asked, "So are you the one with the toddler who's trying to kill you?" And after a stop at PetSmart on the way home to let off some steam (or as I like to call it , the free zoo...), Danny was feeling much better, too. Now he's in bed...and I survived to tell about it. Thank God he's going to school tomorrow!