What do you wish the redeemer with a HAMMER to the head

We have this family tradition to say this fun little ditty when giving someone a present.

"Heavy heavy hang-over thy hairy dome,
What do you wish the redeemer with a BUMP on the head".

And then you bump the person on the head with your present, and they wish something nice for you before opening the gift.

It's funny, but that is going through my head today as I type this story up. Maybe because it has to do with wacking people in the head.

In any event, here's the story:

This week the kids and I have been working at the house.

We started by cleaning up the basement in preparation for the hvac guy to come in and have a look. We cleaned up, and then started in on the drywall that is still down there.

Mistake #1: I didn't bring down a light, and we relied on what little window light we had on the other side of the basement.

Then I asked the kids to help me on the section of ceiling I was working on.

Mistake #2: Logan went upstairs and grabbed a stool (the kids were too short to reach the ceiling).

I continued to work on the ceiling; hacking and pulling small pieces down a little at a time.

Mistake # 3: Logan came back downstairs with the stool.

He stood behind me as I again swung the claw of the hammer towards the ceiling, but little did I know that he had walked in front of me to set the stool down. The hammer went up and I pulled with all my might. The hammer came down and suddenly there was a huge commotion.

Logan was on his knees in front of me, holding the back of his head. I didn't fully understand what had happened until he screamed that he had been hit.

I picked him up and brought him to the light at the bottom of the stairs.

Blood. Blood was everywhere.

Samantha was screaming hysterically.

I yelled for everyone to get in the car NOW.

I helped Logan up the stairs and brought him to the car, then ran back and locked the house and grabbed the keys.

We raced to the ER, all the while the girls screaming and crying that Logan was going to die.

We raced inside the ER. Logan was very brave. He kept apologizing to me. I kept telling him it was my fault, not his.

We were seen right away. The doctor was very kind. Logan freaked out when the doctor mentioned staples or stitches, so we opted for the super glue method.

The next day, Logan had to update his tetanus shot.

Since the accident,  I must admit, I'm kind of defeated.  I feel tired. I feel worn out. This house is exhausting and I'm tired of raising my family working on it.

Logan is doing well. His head hurts, obviously. He cannot handle anyone even so much as softly brushing by his hair. Everything at the back of his head hurts. He can't raise his eyebrows without it hurting. It just hurts.