I just love it when I hurt myself and the kids come to *help* me. I. Just. Love it.
When I shouted “Youch”, followed by a few muttered expletives (the one I generally whisper under my breath at least 50 times a day is, “For f*@ks sake”, just for the record; It genuinely helps with my sanity) one of the little sausages came rushing to save me.
On this particular occasion I had slammed by finger in the drawer. No biggy, but it was the bottom drawer so I was at perfect child height. The 10 year old clumsy food-faced one ran into the kitchen, “Mummy, are you O……….”, tripped over an invisible brick on his way to save me from my fate, arms flailing and elbowed me in the eye……”K….?”
“Youch”, I exclaimed (and probably ffs, very quietly, but I can't be sure).
(Hand over one eye, sore finger tucked under other arm, gingerly) “I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Sorry, Mummy”.
“It’s OK”
On hearing the rumpus, the smallest blonde sausage came to administer emergency cuddles only to be tripped up by the other child’s wayward leg and she full-on head-butted me in the boobies. At this point, I was in some kind of foetus position with both of them climbing over me asking if I was OK….
“I’m fine” (FFS)
When I shouted “Youch”, followed by a few muttered expletives (the one I generally whisper under my breath at least 50 times a day is, “For f*@ks sake”, just for the record; It genuinely helps with my sanity) one of the little sausages came rushing to save me.
On this particular occasion I had slammed by finger in the drawer. No biggy, but it was the bottom drawer so I was at perfect child height. The 10 year old clumsy food-faced one ran into the kitchen, “Mummy, are you O……….”, tripped over an invisible brick on his way to save me from my fate, arms flailing and elbowed me in the eye……”K….?”
“Youch”, I exclaimed (and probably ffs, very quietly, but I can't be sure).
(Hand over one eye, sore finger tucked under other arm, gingerly) “I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Sorry, Mummy”.
“It’s OK”
On hearing the rumpus, the smallest blonde sausage came to administer emergency cuddles only to be tripped up by the other child’s wayward leg and she full-on head-butted me in the boobies. At this point, I was in some kind of foetus position with both of them climbing over me asking if I was OK….
“I’m fine” (FFS)