Single Parents, It's OK To Ask For Help!

photoJD fell at school yesterday and scraped his knee. I had to sign an “accident report.” No biggie. Kids fall down and scrape their knees all the time.

In fact, in my glorious opinion, you’re not having enough fun if you don’t fall down, feel pain, and get a battle wound to prove it—hurrah.

JD is not down with my philosophy. He limped to the car. There was nothing wrong with his ankle or leg.

His teacher cleansed the scrape and bandaged it. We didn’t go for our nightly walk because he was in “too much pain and needed to rest.” Oh the drama/SO MY KID. 

Showering was a freaking fiasco. He refused to take the bandage off and after a long day that ended with microwaved leftover pizza and a side of carrot sticks, I waved the white flag and said, “Fine, keep it on, but you need to bathe stink-a-dink.”

He bathed. He stood at the furthest point in the tub, so the shower water barely touched him. I quickly soaped and shampooed him—and got soaking wet.

I tried to take the bandage off again, but he refused and spent five minutes carefully putting his PJ bottoms on.

He sat on the couch, sad-faced and asked for “milky.” So milk he was given. I gave him Tylenol to cure this pain he spoke of and he went to bed. Passed out. But appeared in my room at 3 AM, of course.

This morning, he refused to take off the bandage. In fact, he elevated his leg so that it could “heal.” I chased him around the condo. There were tears. I again waved the white flag. He went to school in that showered, scummy bandage.

At school, I kissed him goodbye and eyed his teacher to the door. I was a stress-ball—and late.

“If you take off that yucky bandage and let his wound get some fresh air then I will consider you my hero,” I said. “And tell him, tonight, I NEED to put some magic cream on it. Godspeed.”

She knows I’m a single mom and sometimes I have those moments where I need help. She is like the ultimate enforcer too. JD respects her completely. Last night I would have liked someone to capture JD and hold him, while I ripped the bandage off. We all need help sometimes. It’s OK to ask for it.

His teacher texted me that the bandage was off. JD laughed. And was running around with his friends at 11 AM.

Thank you.

When was the last time you waved the white flag and asked for HELP?

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