This is What Panic Looks Like

I have no idea how I am in stressful situations.  I’ve been told good until the dust settles then I fall apart.  I feel like I’m always falling apart.

Little L must be taking after me.

The girls were spinning, madly, in circles when I heard a big thud…BIG…HUGE!

I turned around and L was bracing H and H was holding her mouth with big tears in her eyes.  She spun right into the corner of the door frame.

I grabbed her and hoisted her up onto the counter and saw blood.

L immediately started running around when she found out there was blood yelling, “OH NO, OH NO, I’VE GOT TO HIDE.”

She couldn’t find a direction so she was basically just panicking in a rapidly fast back and forth motion.

She had tears of her own surfacing when she suddenly stopped, climbed up on the stool and declared over and over she wanted to see the blood, then no she didn’t, then yes she did.  Confusing.

Once she finally calmed down (H and I were looking at her like she was a nut) she asked for a Grammy egg; which is a hard boiled egg.


H, in the meantime, was fine.  The blood wasn’t bad and aside of a sore mouth she will live.  She is actually rather impressed with the injury and asks to look in the mirror every 10 minutes.


The Irish – be they kings, or poets, or farmers, They’re a people of great worth, They keep company with the angels, and bring a bit of heaven here to earth.


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