Yesterday, a statue fell on Brendan's head, making a small, but wide cut. Two hours later, it was still bleeding, so I called the doctor's office and spoke with the nurse telling her about the cut. She told me to bring Brendan in to the office at noon. I did so, leaving all of the other children, except Elizabeth, at home. We spent an hour and a half at the doctor's office and Brendan left with two stitches in his head.
During dinner, Finnian informed me, "I was crying for you when you were gone." I told him, "I am sorry that I had to leave you at home." He responded, "I was crying and saying, 'I hate Mommy.'" I replied, "You know that's a bad word. It's not a nice thing to say. Why were you crying if you don't like me." Without thinking, he said, "I was saying it because I was angry with you for leaving me." I am truly sorry that I had to leave you, my little boy, but I still love you with all my heart, even if you were angry with me.