Squermy Derm

 

 

This is actually what my mom calls squirmy little babies, but in this case I am speaking of my newly acquired squeamish ways.
As you may, or many not, possibly, could have, seen, my most up-to-date facebook status is as follows:

 

“Why is it that I can sit here and watch arms break, feet twist, noses bust open, and other bloody brawlish type things on the tele and it doesn't phase me. But one of my kiddo's get's a bloody lip and I feel faint and want to throw up?!?

I’m serious. This issue is just becoming ridiculous. I was fine until the whole Christmas Eve Pinky Incident of ‘09. I seriously have never freaked out like that a day in my life. I was completely embarrassed for it! I thought it was a one-time deal, that I just happen to freak out ‘cause it really was so horrible.

I truly believed that until yesterday. Leah fell face first into a toy box and busted her lip. She bled. A lot. And I got faint. A lot.

I’ve never been the “freaker outter”!!!! I’ve always been the calm, level-headed, reasonable one! Nope. Not anymore. Now, I see blood come out of my children and it’s all I can do to stay conscious! I have to cover my eyes like a little kid watching a scary movie, and plug my ears so that I can’t hear her scream and cry! With every wail I feel a wave of panic.

It’s despicable behavior. Especially for me. The horror movie, gore loving, UFC watching, use-to-be-at-one-time-but-obviously-lost-it-somewhere-along-they-way, hardass!!

I want it back!!! NOW!

So that, ladies and gentlemen, is my “uggghhh” for the day. My official monday moan.

{PS} Completely off topic for this post, but totaly on topic for the previous “Alby” post; Mel is now teaching Leah to hold a stuffed animal in her mouth and shake her head back and forth like a dog. She’s getting a kick out of it, and is even growling. Hehe. I love it.