This morning as we were about to walk out of the door to the bus stop, I slipped on the wet tiles in the bathroom and hit my head on the handle of a cabinet. It hurt like a very hurty thing, but after about 20 seconds on my hands and knees to make sure that I was, actually, still alive, I pushed through the pain and went out to help the children get their shoes on. At one point I thought I would be sick, but with the rush to get out the door it wasn’t long before the accident  was (temporarily) forgotten. 

Before kids, I would have probably spent ten minutes lying on the couch with an ice pack and a splitting headache, nursing my booboo. It’s lucky I didn’t, because as we opened  the front door the bus passed us and we had to run! run! run! to get there in time. 

I have decided that is one of the main things which makes a person a parent - the ability to put your children first (even when you feel like you should have an enormous handle-shaped hole in your head and are possibly about to die. Or similar).

In my fragile state I would obviously absolutely love a bucket of comments and emails asking if I am OK. Of course, the fact that I am writing this at all is probably proof that I am, but don’t let that stop you ;-) 

PS While writing this, I went looking for a link to that research we moms always talk about, that empirical proof that women have a higher pain threshold than men. I couldn’t find it. Instead I found lots and lots of articles like this. Gulp. Well that sort of cut the legs out from under my original post.