Most days, I'd say, people don't become their family's punching bag. However, on rare occassions your quardian angel must take a break, I suppose. On Friday evening after Christopher comes home I think my guardian must've taken a nap for 12 hours cuz:
1st, Christian is playing then at one point comes at me with fingers extended. I swear I'd have band-aids on my face if he had finger nails. His fingers slid down my face in a downward motion, like a bear.
2nd, Ellie is sitting in my lap (same night). She has a toy that has a hand-long handle with a ball on top with lights spinning in the ball. She turns her whole body and my lip gets smacked by the ball part of the toy.
3rd, (still Friday night) Chris is already in bed and I turn off the light and get in next to him. I snuggle up close and put my hand on his face so I could feel where he was. He took the cue to turn his head and apparently our heads were to close. BONK! Our foreheads thunked into each other.
Lastly, (Finally Saturday morning) Christian, Chris and I were on the floor in the living room. I was doing or watching something when BONK, POP Christian threw a 3 inches diameter replica of a basketball into my head. This ball is hard leather, it ain't Downy Soft, so needless to say it hurt. Plus that popping was a lens in my glasses I was wearing. Thankfully for Christian's sake, the lens and the glasses are fine. But now we're being a little more rough about him throwing things.
Fun times.
2 comments:
Man, you really did have a run of bad luck in the punching bag area. Hope your guardian angel is back on the clock!
"Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this, my mamma said ..."
All comes with being a mom, I suppose. Glad you're still alive and no permanent damage was done!
-froload
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