My Sister had already arrived with my niece (She-Ra) and nephew (He-Man) the day before. We all stayed with friends who have two daughters aged 5 and 16 months. They have a beautiful house which has views of the snow topped mountains.
There was a lot of eating, snacking, drinking, snacking, eating and a bit more drinking during our stay. We also partook in lots of belly laughing.
Shortly before going to bed on Saturday night it was decided that two designated adults would get up, the following morning, and hide chocolate eggs in the garden. This would leave three sensible adults to distract the children from going near the windows. Unfortunately this was a ‘beer plan’ or to be more precise this plan was fueled by a LOT of red wine and gin.
This alcohol intake meant that the following morning it took a while for everyone to get up. For part of the morning The Husband’s legs were rendered completely useless and he was unable to get out of bed.
In the end we flung the kids out in the garden minus the eggs to run wild whilst we
soaked up the previous night’s alcohol ate croissants, scones and decided on a new egg hunt plan.
Unfortunately the 4 year old was so engrossed in playing an ‘invisible animal’ game in the garden with the girls that he fell and hit his head on a low wall. I can only presume he tripped over the tail of his invisible sleeping dinosaur.
There was so much blood that I decided he had obviously fractured his skull and/or his brain was about to fall out of his ear.
Luckily our host flew into action and went back and forth giving us cold compresses. It was decided that we would get him checked at the local A&E which wasn’t far away.
Within 10 minutes of arriving at Stirling A&E Nurse Ruth had glued his head, given him Calpol and told us not to wash his hair for five days. Cue delighted 4 year old!
45 minutes later and we were back hunting for eggs that He-Man and the Swedish au-pair had hidden in the garden during our absence.
Nurse Ruth gave us a sheet about the signs of concussion which I shoved in my handbag. Only now three days later have I read it properly … especially the bit about checking him during the night every 2 hours. Ahem. Bad mother.