Don’t Come to Me in A Crisis

I have long suspected that I am no good when it comes to a crisis. 

When J wasn’t quite two, she fell and bashed her head on the window ledge acquiring a nice gash on the back of her head.  My response when I lifted her hair back to and saw the gash was to cry… “Oh my god, oh my god” and panic.  Thank goodness my mother-in-law was downstairs and so was able to come up and confirm that yes this gash was going to need stitches and stayed with E while I took J to the walk-in clinic.

When E was two she ran away from me, fell off the curb and smashed her mouth on the asphalt.  I cried along with her as she nestled her bleeding mouth into my white sweater.  I cried all the way home as well as lecturing her on how she was not to run away from mommy. 

Which is probably why I spend so much of my time and effort into preventing a crisis before it happens. 

So it should come as no surprise that when our t.v. blew up the other day, I was once again pretty much useless.  K was upstairs checking on the kids when suddenly I heard a strange noise, the t.v. shut off and smoke was billowing out of it.  I stand up, yell “K, oh my god, oh my god” and think.. I need to do something.  K comes running down and says turn it off.  I go to press the off button which does nothing while he much more efficiently reaches down and flicks off the power bar. 

Yup, I’ll say it again, I’m useless in a crisis.

So our thousand dollar t.v. is toast.  We’d had it for less than five years. It was the last big ticket item we’d actually saved up for. We were very proud of the fact that we didn’t buy that t.v. on credit.  Now five years later, in a much rougher financial situation, it comes down to family holidays or t.v. ?  Ah who am I kidding, we probably can’t afford to do the family holiday anyways and so a new t.v. is definitely out. 

Guess we’re going to be stuck watching our movies for work on this…

After our 42” television, it’s gonna be something to get used to.