Mommy Rage

Every time I sit down and start blogging, "someone" interrupts me. That someone is my 1.5 year old. Sure I could blog when she naps, only a) she doesn't nap every day ... I know .... le sigh .... and b) when she actually IS napping I tend to get housework done.

Hey Michelle, why not blog after the baby is in bed? you might ask. Great idea! Only my bedtime is very soon after she goes down. You know, because I'm 8 months pregnant ... can you believe I'm scheduled to have this new kid in less than 50 days? Bananas.

But here I am on this grey and rainy morning - determined to blog. When I look out my window I can see pavement and some grass, but it's mostly snow. This is what my front yard looked like on Sunday.

And all I've been reading about on Facebook is how great the weather is back home. NO snow, and flowers are blooming, people are walking around in shorts. The temp is nice here, I think it went up to 24 degrees yesterday, but it was surreal walking around in capris among mounds and mounds of snow.

We started taking family walks after dinner since the weather has been getting nicer, and there are actual sidewalks or roads to walk on, or push the stroller on. Yesterday we decided to let Lola walk with us. She's sturdy on her feet and since we weren't actually going anywhere we could take our time and dawdle.

I was on one side of her and Mike was on the other side. We let her walk in puddles and just explore the street. She was having a ball. Squeals and giggles. It's quiet with virtually no traffic. There was maybe one car that passed us, and we walked her over to the side until it passed.

We had turned around and were heading home when this little boy (maybe 6 years old) comes zooming by on his bike. He makes a bee line for MY kid. I was standing behind Mike and the bike race towards Lola, and the next thing I saw was Lola lying on the road crying. Mike blocked my view of the actual impact. In that moment I sprinted (the 2 feet) to Lola, pushing Mike out of the way and I honestly didn't know if I was going to pick up my crying daughter or grab this brat off his bike and throw him into the snow. I was seething.

But I picked up my baby and did a once over. Dirty hands, but no scrapes, and no blood anywhere. She did have a nasty blue bump above her left eye already, but otherwise seemed ok. I turned to the kid and told him (in french) to pay attention and be more careful. He said ok and pedalled away. I'm not sure what he thought I was going to do or say, but he looked scared. And then relieved.

I held it together for the baby, and by the time we got home she had calmed down. We gave her some tylenol and put ice on the bump. She was fine last night and today she has the beginning of a black eye. The kid must've hit her with his knee or a handle bar or something.

I'm sure the prego hormones contributed to my overwhelming anger yesterday, but it was the first time she had been hurt in front of me. And I know that wasn't the last time, I know kids get hurt, but knowing that doesn't make things easier on poor old mom lemme tell ya!