So I think my child is trying to kill me. OK, maybe not kill me, but man does he have a mean left hook! In the course of 24 hours, I've been punched in the nose and knocked into our solid oak rocking chair (where I cracked the back of my head)!
Now, he's not doing these things on purpose. The nose was entirely my fault. Because I'm an idiot who will generally do anything to keep my child entertained so I don't have to hear him whine every 5 minutes, I was letting him jump on my bed. I know, I know. Mistake number one. My second mistake----which got me a bruised and swollen nose----was trying to grab him before he fell off the bed during one of his flopping backwards stunts. For my efforts, I caught a foot in my nose. It's been two days, and the swelling is just now starting to go down. But I still can't touch my nose. Thankfully, it's not broken.
Fast forward to less than 24 hours later, and my bruiser of a kid was wrestling with me because he didn't want to leave his room to go sit on the potty. As I was bent over trying to pick him up, he knocked me off balance and I fell backward into the sold oak rocking chair in his room. Luckily, my head broke my fall. I say this with the utmost sarcasm, in case you were wondering. And yes, I have a slight concussion.
So if you see me anytime soon, do not even think about touching my nose or my head. If you do, I might cry----or kick you. :)
Now, he's not doing these things on purpose. The nose was entirely my fault. Because I'm an idiot who will generally do anything to keep my child entertained so I don't have to hear him whine every 5 minutes, I was letting him jump on my bed. I know, I know. Mistake number one. My second mistake----which got me a bruised and swollen nose----was trying to grab him before he fell off the bed during one of his flopping backwards stunts. For my efforts, I caught a foot in my nose. It's been two days, and the swelling is just now starting to go down. But I still can't touch my nose. Thankfully, it's not broken.
Fast forward to less than 24 hours later, and my bruiser of a kid was wrestling with me because he didn't want to leave his room to go sit on the potty. As I was bent over trying to pick him up, he knocked me off balance and I fell backward into the sold oak rocking chair in his room. Luckily, my head broke my fall. I say this with the utmost sarcasm, in case you were wondering. And yes, I have a slight concussion.
So if you see me anytime soon, do not even think about touching my nose or my head. If you do, I might cry----or kick you. :)
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