My nose is killing me.
Would you like to know why? Of course you do…
About a week ago my 14 month son launched his bottle at my face. He is quite strong, by the way. My nose has been aching ever since.
To add insult to injury (or really, to add injury to injury) my daughter managed to wack the other side of my delicate schnoz on the other side last night.
I keep looking in the mirror to see if there is a bump. I am pretty sure something is off.
This is not the first time I’ve been so injured. I am routinely kicked, bitten, and used as a bounce house. When S. – Age 3.5 was merely S. Age 2 she did a reverse head-butt on me that sent me to the ER. I had a concussion.
I am sure the doctors were laughing at
me behind my back.
I knew motherhood was tough. I knew pregnancy was going to involve aches and pains, and expected childbirth to be a doozy.
What I did not expect was that at 40 years of age I would be considering purchasing a helmet to protect me from my tiny minions.
Oh wait! I am pretty sure there is a
hockey goalie mask in the basement…
The Mischief of Minions 