Hand me the cotton wool!

April 5, 2009

Worry worry worry.

Some days are more difficult than others, I find, and today was one of the trickier ones: I bumped Hallam’s head, he cried, I cried, he dribbled, he giggled, and then we got over it.

Every time anything happens to my precious little boy, I have a mini-meltdown about The World and the Manifold Dangers that exist within it. Even without a mother who swings him about the place banging his fragile little skull into hard doors, there is a WHOLE LOTTA SHIT going down out there, just waiting to cause Hallam harm. Danger! Behind every corner!

And I just want to keep him safe. But not Safe in a totally mentally unstable way. Must make an effort to find the line between the two… (In the mean time, I am just off to duct tape duvets to the hard surfaces.)

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