When I was 21 months old, I slipped between the sofa cushions while standing on the couch, fell forward and hit my head on the coffee table. Apparently, I was a bloody mess(I still have the scar to prove it). My dad said that my mom went crazy and was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. He said that he had no choice but to slap her across the face to bring her back to reality.
This morning I woke to my "take your temperature" alarm and sleepily popped the thermometer in my mouth like I do every day. But, today, reality slapped me across the face when I read the temperature.
96.8 degrees. A significant drop.
Past experience has taught me that when my temperature drops the Bloody Baron will be here to visit me within the next couple of days.
Back to life. Back to reality.
When your dad slapped me, it was necessary. I was literally out of control. AEBM was a two-week old asleep in her crib. You clearly needed stitches and he had to take you to the ER. He needed help and had to snap me out of my panic. Your reality slap is not necessary or wanted or welcome.
ReplyDeleteINFERTILITY GO AWAY! This we want. This we pray.