My little boy got his first goose egg. He fell on his head and has a big bump on his forehead. I'm sure this is the first of many, and as soon as he got it, I think he forgot about it, because when I went to pick him up after work, he was smiling and playing away.
Came home to find a sick husband - cold, vomiting, etc. Made a quick soup, fed the family (even Patrick liked the broth!), and got everyone in bed.
Up early this morning for routine bloodwork. Couldn't find the veins in my arms, so they had to go through a vein in my hand. Ugh.
Is this how mundane life gets over time?