Worst fucking day ever - so far

Thursday morning started out with a positive spin on what was essentially a non-descript day. Persistant drizzly rain. Bleurgh.

So I rugged up the boy, put on his new wellies, and off we stomped to the park to splash about in puddles. And, I must say, he's a damn fine splasher! The dog had a doggy daycare day - trust me, she has alot more fun there than she does stuck at home with us on a rainy day - and we were free agents. So after an hour of puddle splashing I managed to wrestle the small boy back into his pram (he's at that stage of wanting to walk everywhere, even though it takes hours) and splashed our way back home.

Off with the soggy clothes, on with nice dry and toasty warm thermals & jumpers, and time for a sit down with a cuppa, a few ginger nuts and perhaps a read of one of his more entertaining books. Tea made and on the bench, turned to get milk out of fridge and THUNK....ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE! Small boy had got up on tippy toes and managed to pull over the mug of hot tea right onto his head.

Boy is freaking out, I am cursing like a sailor and freaking out.

Luckily we have a downstairs shower right next to kitchen so boy and I whip straight in there and on with cold water. What the bloody hell are you supposed to do next!??!?! Ambulance? No fuck it, the car is right outside and the hospital is 500m away. One Dukes of Hazzard style launch out of the end of the street and we're at the hospital in 2 mins and boy is being dosed up to the eyeballs with painkillers.

4 hours of crying and screaming later (mostly induced by me/nursing staff trying to find ways to cool down his scalded scalp), he finally fell asleep on my shoulder. Luckily what could have been VERY nasty, only appears to be slightly nasty in medical terms despite the scald covering almost half of his scalp and one ear. Long term prognosis is minor scarring on ear, everything else should heal up by itself and be unnoticable.

The most deadly thing for me as his "me-me" was that whenever I randomly started crying over the next couple of days Benj would come up and insist on giving me a cuddle and his favourite book to read. Killer.