After running through the Louvre and traipsing through Notre Dame, we came home (to our very small 70Euro/night apartment in the Ministry district, lots of Gendarmes guarding doors) to make lunch and try to get the munchkin to sleep. After he finally went down (difficult nap day) and i relaxed from my "Bad Mommy" moment (My child had a tick in his head. I think he got it in the garden of our last hotel. I ran my fingers over it in the bath the night before but thought it must be a scab where he bumped his head. It wasn't until Paolo felt it and really looked at it that i realized that my child had had a parasite chewing on his scalp for at least 24hrs. Talk about "Bad Mommy". not only did he get it, but i missed it completely and probably wouldn't have looked again until bath time tonight. My thoughts of course ran catastrophic, "this is the thing that i've done that will scar my child for life." We were going to remove it when we got home, but it fell/jumped out at some point during the morning. i immediately did 2 things, i checked the rest of him for bumps, bites, bugs and looked up the incidence of Lyme's Disease in France. It's high, 9.4% per 100,000. I'm dreading explaining to my pediatrician, "Um, Dr. Numrych?") but...after sending an email to the Dr. and calming down from that....
I remembered that the point of being on vacation is to actually spend time with people you care about in a cool place. Lunch at home was the best part of my day, and actually that was pretty nice. I wasn't disappointed that i didn't get a bigger thrill out of the art i'd seen or have a "magic Paris" moment, I just felt serene and warm that being with my family was a really cool thing. I have to figure out how to hold onto that feeling.... When i do i'll write a book ;)
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