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I noticed today, when Doo Dah banged his leg on a metal bike rack at Aldi (don't ask!) and his eyes welled with tears and his throat roared with loud cries, that my first (silent) reaction was "Not again!" but I caught myself before I responded with
I realised today that I am suffering Sympathy Fatigue.
I am most certainly grateful that none of these little accidents has required more than a band-aid, some words of encouragement and a soft touch to overcome but they are so common place that I am sort of annoyed by them! They are
What am I like? I know I am in no danger of winning the Mother of the Year Award, but are there others out there who are in the same boat?