Tuesday, 31 July 2012
I don't have to contemplate my grey hair...
One hour on a Saturday morning, and I know!
The morning started very calm and peaceful with more watching of the Olympics, and a later breakfast at home... A perfect Saturday!
Then all hell broke loose!
The Toddler all of a sudden complained about her stomach, very low-down. Something was hurting her quite badly, or so it seemed judging by the screaming, and the whirling and curling around, AND THE CRYING!
It started just when we were beginning to get ready for the day and her Tiny Tumbles' classes...
We could not see any mark on her stomach, but we put on some cream.
We took off her panties just in case it might have irritated her.
We carried her upstairs to lie down in her bed.
We were trying by some questioning to get to the root of the problem. You know all those questions that immediately swirl through your brain when your child is in pain:
- Did she hurt herself at school/at home?
- Did she fall?
- Did somebody else hurt her?
- Did she hurt her vagina? (Especially just after reading Melinda's concerns this week about her greatest fear!)
- Does she have worms?
- Is she naughty?
- Is she trying to delay getting dressed and going to the gymnastics?
There were even some "exchanges" going on between the "elders" about the correct handling of the situation... (In terms of "Is she naughty?" or "Is there something really wrong?")
A final blood-curdling scream gave the answer! With the bed and the Toddler getting soaked in pee!
She forgot to go to the toilet! (We did not remind her!)
After a bath she announced she was feeling just fine , and we were just a little bit late for her gymnastics lesson on Saturday...
I do not have to wonder at all where my grey is coming from!