Quick, Get in Bed

It's been one of those days where you wish night would come so everyone could retreat safely to their beds and you will be relieved of your nurse duties. We've had a number of boo-boos today. Some big, some small. First there was Ray's stubbed toe with a small flap of skin turned over just enough to allow in the day's dirt. Then came the barrage of Lou's hurts. The bent back finger, the peeling scab from last week's biking accident, the cat scratches and bites (from training the cat to do dog tricks). Lee was kicked or hit (no one seems to know for sure) in the left kidney, had the wind knocked out of him and developed a 50 cent piece sized bruise. Later he had his finger pinched in the dishwasher, not that big of deal except my dishwasher doesn't close without an extra push or open flat anymore. And lastly Grace just had her feelings hurt when she realized just how hurt Lee was after the kick/hit incident. After a day like this, I say, just go to bed where you are safe. I need a break.