Things have been fairly normal around here lately. Well, normal for us. It's been so quiet that I've been waiting for another shoe to drop... not the proverbial other shoe because that would mean that there were only two.
Mom came home from day care yesterday with a little redness in her right eye. I looked closer and it looked like she was getting a stye. Sure enough, by this afternoon her eye was irritated and starting to swell. It didn't seem to bother her until a couple of hours ago when she found the irritation. With the discovery, the shoe dropped and Mom picked it up and threw it at me. I won't go into a lot of detail, but, let's just say that keeping her hands clean and away from her eye is a battle. Each time she touches it she thinks is the first time. She doesn't remember being told to leave it alone. Trying to help her feels like a war. A warm compress on the eye is met with screams of torture. We'll be heading to urgent care in a little bit. Day care and the chance for a normal day will be cancelled tomorrow.
In the grand scheme of things, this is a small shoe... but it packs a heck of a kick. And I just want to cry.
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