To Done

What a day, what a day.

It was going so well, too.

I'm going to start with the good.

I watch a lot of youtube. Mostly vloggers and videographers who are popular. One of my favorites is Hannah Hart, her main channel is My Drunk Kitchen where she cooks while drunk and often leads to much hilarity. But she also has personal vlogs where she talks about her life/opinions. She often brings up a daily list she does called the To Done list. Instead of having a To Do list of things to accomplish, she lists things that she has already done throughout the day, therefore feeling a sense of accomplishment instead of guilt for not getting everything planned out of the way.

I think the To Done list is a great idea, especially for a mom. We try to fit in so many things and do so much in a day, laundry, dishes, vacuuming, cooking, cleaning, exercise, not to mention constantly watching your toddler like a hawk and running a small home business. While I might not get everything done every day, I can start making lists of the things I did accomplish.

To Done list:

• Breakfast for Harrison
• Got dressed
• Went to play group
• Made lunch
• Did Dishes
• Fed Dog
• Put Harrison down for a nap
• Sewed things
• Didn't forget the laundry
• Got Harrison up
• Snack Time
• Play/Watched movie (cause it's all rainy out)
• Made/ate dinner
• Did Dishes
• Fed Dog and cat
• Cleaned chocolatey Harrison
• Soothed sad Harrison
• Cleaned up floor full of spilled salt
• Gave Harrison Bath
• Story time/Bedtime
• Cleaned shower drain (ew, ew, ew)
• Took Shower
• Didn't forget laundry again
• Cleaned living room
• Blogged/ me time

See! Productive day!

Now to the "Sad Harrison" part of that day. Harrison took a pretty rough tumble. I ran upstairs quick to use the bathroom, Harrison usually follows me, but this time he didn't. I was quick and when I came back down, he was waiting in the living room, pointing at the kitchen. Harrison had pulled a place-mat and knocked the salt shaker on the floor. Salt was everywhere and the shaker was nowhere to be seen. Harrison looked guilty, but I had a good laugh. He was walking through and playing with the salt, so I sat him on the kicthen chair to dust off his feet. I went to pull the chair back to clean up the salt, but at the same moment, Harrison tried to get down. His hands didn't catch his fall and he fell face first on the hard floor. He was screaming, I was crying, there was blood and I had no idea what to do. It took a moment for my brain to kick in.

It was not a 911 emergency, but our doctors office had just closed. Matt was working late, so he wasn't home. I called Matt's mom, she's only two minutes away and said she would come right over. It helped calm me, knowing someone was coming. Logic brain kept working, I grabbed paper towels and had Harrison hold them on his mouth and began cleaning him up. At first I thought it was his nose, but although it looked swollen, it was not bleeding. The blood was all coming from his mouth, I thought he had knocked a tooth loose. Checked teeth, all seem fine. I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and told Harrison to put it in his mouth, which he obliged and he hung onto it for the next hour. Harrison was completely calm by the time Matt's parents arrived, but I was still very shaky. Harrison had split his gums which is where the blood was coming from, but it stopped quickly. He had blood all down his shirt and tears all down his face, but he looked a little better. No signs of concussion, he was really grouchy the rest of the night (understandably), but still pretty normal. Bath time cheered him up and bedtime went smoothly. 

I feel soooo guilty. I know it wasn't really my fault, but it still seems like it. I shouldn't have moved the chair, but I didn't know Harrison was going to try and jump off, I shouldn't have put him on the chair, but he's usually fine sitting for a minute. I shouldn't have gone to the restroom for 30 seconds, but he usually follows me and I didn't realize he wasn't behind me. I'm going to check his nose tomorrow, I don't think it's broken, but if it's super bruised in the morning, I'll be taking him to the doctor just to be sure.

It was so scary. I know accidents happen, especially with children. Harrison is daring, he likes to jump off of furniture, climb high and run really fast. But it's scary, and I know he'll get scuffed up again, I just, as a mother, want to take the hurt away and catch him every time he falls. I don't know who felt worse tonight, me or Harrison. 

Hoping for a better day tomorrow. If a doctor's visit is not necessary, we're going to Trader Joe's, Target and then visiting Grandma.