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| Roses, I bought for myself |
I had been looking forward to a nice quiet weekend and the day started well.
David likes to get up early on a Saturday morning so he can go to the local 5km park run. He usually takes Nathaniel with him and he pushes Nat around the course in the pushchair (unless it is really chucking it down with rain).
So I woke up naturally this morning and enjoyed the chance to stay in bed a while. I made myself a mug of black coffee and read for half an hour.
Then I got up and ran myself a nice hot bubble bath. Of course the doorbell then rang and I had the usual dilemna about what to do as I was still wearing my White Cotton Romantic Englishwoman Nightdress and I am not convinced it isn't slightly see-through.
I rushed into Seb's room and woke him up so he could go to the door and sign for the parcel that had arrived (the critical element of this year's home-made Christmas gifts!)
After my bath I painted my toenails by which time David had arrived home and was taking his own bath.
I came downstairs and made myself some toast to have with my homemade Whisky marmalade and I started to write a to-do list for this month.
I cannot believe that it is the first day of September. This year has just rushed by.
Anyway by the time I had finished I realised that there was actually quite a lot of chores that we needed to get done today.
The next few hours were quite busy doing the following:
* Planning the weekly menu
* Writing my shopping list
* Popping to our local postoffice to post a parcel
* Calling at the station to have passport photos taken
* Popping to Comet to look at washing machines
* Collecting another parcel from the Delivery office
* Calling into another post office to collect a passport renewal form
* Dropping off a bouncy chair to a friend who has just had a baby
* Calling into a shop to buy a new watch battery
* Doing the weekly grocery shop
* Calling at my mums to leave a card and gift for our friend whoose 70th birthday it is today
* Sending an engagement card to my cousin
* Salvaging a dress that I had been intending to sell so I can wear to a wedding next Friday
* Capturing a frog which had been rescued just before being run over
* Releasing a frog into our pond
* Putting all the shopping away
* Sorting out the washing
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| Finlay the frog in transportation |
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| Finlay released in our garden pond |
Just time for another mug of coffee and a snack, an hour of crafting before preparing dinner then attacking a huge pile of ironing . . .
We were all in the living room watching Doctor Who. I was ironing, so David had Nat sat with him on the sofa.
At one point Nat saw a spider scuttling across the room and he stood up and followed it until it ran under the sofa.
I was just reaching to the right to get the next item from my ironing pile when I realised Nat was stood right in front of me and before I could stop him he reached out his hand and touched the hot iron with his right hand. It was only a split second touch but it happened so fast I couldn't react quick enough to stop him. I picked Nat up and ran into the kitchen with him to get it under the cold water tap.
Of course, Nat started screaming the house down because I had managed to get all his clothes wet so we tried putting cold water in a bowl instead but Nat refused point blank to put his hand in it.
In the end I wrapped his hand in cling film and we took him up to the A&E Department at the Children's hospital.
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| My poor baby! |
It wasn't too bad a burn and the admissions nurse said we had done the right thing by putting it under water and covering it in cling film.
Apparently it is usual procedure for all hand and face burns on children to be sent to the specialist burns unit at East Grinstead near Gatwick but the nurse took photos of Nat's hand and emailed them accross.
Fortunately when the burns unit looked at the photos they decided there was no need for us to go in and that the Children's hospital didn't need to do anything to treat it. We were told to take Nat home, keep his hand dry for the next couple of days and give him paracetamol if he needs it.
So all in all what started out as a lovely morning with lots of promise, ended up a bit of a nightmare. Thankfully though Nat is fine and no serious injury was sustained.
Sometimes I wonder why we put ourselves through the agony and grief of being a parent. There are so many hazards and dangers around and even if you eliminate 99% of them there always seems to be some unexpected incident that takes you by surprise.
I am kicking myself though as I usually wait until Nat is in bed before getting my ironing out so that there is less chance of anything untoward happening. It was just because I had such a big pile that I thought I would crack on with it. However, after an hour and a half waiting around at the hospital I still have a towering pile of ironing.
Don't feel like doing it now though . . .
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