I feel very...small.
I dunno. Saturday afternoon, my son went out for a walk with my mother--in-law, something they do every time she's out. When they got back, they were on the path in front of the steps, when I heard the sound that makes a parent's heart stop; my son started screaming and crying- in the way that means pain. I ran outside, and met my mother-in-law as she was carrying my son across the porch to the door. Half his face was covered in blood.
They came inside and she set him on the couch next to my husband, who talked to him and calmed him down while I got the first aid kit and my MIL got my son's hat and coat off so we could see better what happened.
He had tripped right in front of the steps and hit his forehead on the edge of the first one. He's got a fairly nasty gash, but we've kept it clean and butterflied it shut, and he's totally fine otherwise.
It's just scary, that first time you see your kid bleeding that much, I guess.
I've felt really...just off, I guess...all weekend, even before that. I don't know what it is. I need a break. Or an attitude adjustment.