Word of the Day: tintinnabulation Jeff handed Adrian a glass of see-you-laterade last night. They and some regular guests were at a bar supposedly having some drinks, a little party or whathaveyou, and they all started talking about Jeff and how the service sucks because of his desk, which pissed him off. So he quit. Today, however, I suppose they ironed it out enough for Jeff to unquit because he was at the hotel all afternoon [except when he was at Atzenhoffer buying his car]. Patrick handed my confidence in my motherhood a glass of see-you-laterade this evening. He was playing with his reflection in our full length mirror while I was on our bed with Betty and watching him play. I saw him stand up, holding on to the mirror, and then all of a sudden he fell backwards and the mirror landed on top of him and shattered. Somehow I got him into his room, got all his clothes off of him, wet a washcloth, and stopped the bleeding from the little scratches on his head, the gash on his belly, and cuts on his left foot. I was too panicked to find the bandaids. I knew JD would be home soon, but called him nonetheless, leaving him a breathless message summarizing what happened. Patrick cried for at least twenty minutes while I was cleaning the blood off of him and applying pressure his belly and his foot. By the time JD got home, Patrick was just fine, in his jammies, playing and laughing, but I was still in a state of stupor. I can't believe I let that happen. I knew the mirror was unsteady and dangerous, especially with him pulling up on stuff, and I should have done something when I saw him. I know it's unavoidable, Patrick getting hurt one way or another, but I could have avoided it a little bit longer. I don't know what to think of myself. Although the down feelings I have about preventing the accident are equalled by the good feelings I have of how I took care of the matter. After the initial shock and 'Oh, God, my son's bleeding', I suppose instinct kicked in. Any road, I ate a box of macaroni and cheese and drank some really really bad [as in expired] wine after it all, and I'm done.