This morning my husband had a meeting, so in an attempt to "get out of the house," I packed my girls in the car and headed to Fairfax Corner where there is a great store, Treetop Kids, that my 2-year-old loves. As I sat down behind the wheel, I noticed the little "door-open" signal was lit up, so I tried to locate which door it was. I realized that the window on the rear door was open, when I shut the door so hard and simultaneously I felt my fingertips explode in pain beneath the window glass. Yup... I slammed my middle and ring fingers at the nail so hard that I literally hopped around the vehicle four times and then paced behind it for a few moments trying to decide what to do through the pain.
I decided to tough it out... and that lasted all the way down West Ox until we hit Monument at which time I made a U-turn. Holding my fingers in the air, over my head- nails now blemished atop black, bright red, and blue bruising - I called my husband out of his meeting and drove to meet him because I wasn't sure I could get the girls out of the carseats. I was seriously afraid I was going to have to go have little holes drilled in my fingernails, which is what they do in cases where the pressure builds to an unbearable point.
The point of relating this to you (you have probably figured out that things got better - though it 
still hurts, I am doing fine - ie: typing) is this: From the time we left the house until we returned home a little later, my daughter Hope was quite emotional and weepy though she wasn't able to exactly tell us why.
She clung to me a bit and would just tear up and hide her face for a
few moments here and there. I know that she was concerned for her
mommy... it was clear to her that I was in pain, even though I reassured her I was going to be okay. It continually amazes me how important mommies are to their children, how deeply our kid's emotions can be tied to us.
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