Eleanor woke up at 6:30. We ate, changed and played in bed till Henry woke up at 7:15 ("I WANT SOMEONE TO CHECK ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"). Then Eleanor sat on my hip while Henry and I got dressed, ate breakfast, and played. Then I put Eleanor down for her morning nap. Chela arrived at 8:30 and I took a shower and ate and got myself ready for the day.
At 9:30 I drove Henry to school, a little earlier than usual b/c I had a hair appointment at 10:00 (Justin still has not said anything even though I cut 3 inches off, plus highlights.) Halfway there, I noticed that instead of putting Henry's lunch box in his cubby, I put my milk bottles, which is also in a small black cooler with a strap.
As soon as my hair was done I raced back to Henry's school on the other side of town, getting stopped twice by train-crossings (by the same train). When I walked in the teachers both looked at me, very confused. "I guess you didn't get my voicemail?" Ohgod.ohgod.ohgod. Where's Henry?
"He fell down and face planted on the cement. His dad came and got him."
I drove home, sort of like a maniac, worried about my little boy. I HATE those damn Crocs. They are not good shoes for little kids. I've heard of dentists saying they've had an increase in chipped teeth b/c of the popularity of Crocs. I don't like Henry wearing them except when he's playing in the yard but he begged me to wear them to school today and I relented, knowing, just knowing he'd fall.
I came home and the little boys face looked awful. It looks like someone traced a sidewalk on it. His hand is scuffed up too and he has an egg on his forehead. I coddled Big Time.
I did not have much time b/c I had a 1:00 client. Chela cooked up something awesome that she paid for with her own money!? It sort of broke my heart that she did that. She commutes 30 min. from her little town and then gets dropped off at the grocery store at 6:30AM and waits there for two hrs. before taking a bus to our hood and then walking 5 blocks in the rain, with her groceries, to our house. That's a whole other post. Chela loves Eleanor and Eleanor loves her.
I got to work and dealt with probably some of the most intense clients I've ever had. I can't say too much but there's never a dull moment. I only see child victims of crime so you can use your imagination. But 4 hrs at my work feels like 5 minutes. My head spins sometimes as one family leaves and another walks in. It's just back to back. It's like some kind of counseling game-show I'm on.
I decided to call home and see how the boy was doing. Justin informed me that he got the boy a real bike. One with training wheels. Henry was hysterical b/c he wanted to ride his bike, but it had to be put together and that could not happen while dad was also taking care of Eleanor. I asked dad to put Henry on the phone and we had a real-deal conversation about this pickle. Henry and I have never talked on the phone before. It was amazing. We really talked. His voice is deep for a little boy!:-)
I got home at 6:00. Dad is a super-hero. My little boy was riding his bike. I felt like boo-hooing. Dad tells me, "Eleanor is rolling over like nobody's business". I felt like boo-hooing again. But not really. It's exciting for Justin. I've seen her roll over but only on the bed or from front to back, which is really more like falling. I've never seen her roll back to front on the floor. He videotaped it though. And Henry riding his bike for the first time. Good dad.
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