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A Week In The Life

It’s been an interesting week. Last Thursday, Scarlett fractured her arm on the playground while swinging with her friends at a birthday party. I wasn’t watching her, because I don’t watch six-year-olds play at the playground when my friends are all drinking wine and facing in the opposite direction. It was truly a lovely party, until the moment when my child was screaming bloody murder that she needed to leave right then, and would stay for absolutely not one moment longer, except for what’s that you say, a cupcake? Yes, I will take that on my way out.

I was planning to just take her home, but something about the way she was carrying on told me that this situation was pretty serious. It’s hard for me to tell if an injury is really an issue or not, as I can’t usually get close enough to see, and Scarlett has enough drama in her personality that it is often unclear what is real and what is pure performance. This time, though, it seemed painful.

We left the emergency room three hours later, and on Monday we got her official bright pink hard cast, which she will wear for six weeks. As I said on Facebook the day after the accident, the worst part about it is that it creates more work for all the people who are helping me, meaning Rob, my sister, my assistants…basically a group of people who are not looking for more responsibility. But such is life, and of course I am also impacted by her fracture, because I now find myself waiting longer for help, because she is the priority. Read More>