Ouch, that HURT!

Today was an OWWIE day!!!! I got up early this morning when Alexander decided he was through sleeping, and I was SO TIRED! Both boys hadn't gone to bed early... well, they DID go to bed early, early in the morning, the rotten stinkers! So I was tired, tired, tired. Current story of my life. I hung in there, trying so hard to stay awake with the boys, because I knew Bryan had gone to bed even later than me, and I wanted to let him get a little more sleep so he'd be willing to let me have a nap later. I managed until about 10:30, at which point I went in and started to wake Bryan up. He eventually got up a little before 11. By which point Christopher had brought it to my attention that Onyx for some unknown reason had pooped in our living room.

Onyx is housetrained, well housetrained, and accidents are extremely rare and usually induced by fear (bad storms) or if we forget him inside (has happened maybe once?) when we go out. Christopher informed me of this issue by running across the room, stopping suddenly, then backing up with a terrified look and hollering, "Mom! Poop!" Now, we're having issues with him pooping in the toilet, so I was definitely concerned, and I hopped up hoping that this wasn't part of that problem. And it wasn't. It was definitely the dog's fault, and (sorry, it's gross, life is sometimes) he'd obviously eaten something he wasn't supposed to and it hadn't done his little doggy digestive system any favors. It didn't do the carpet any favors either. I was SO not about to handle that, so I cleaned the poop off of Christopher (yes, I'm sorry to say that's how he found it) and sat in the chair next to the hall, patiently waiting to ambush my husband. When he came out, I told him what happened and what I wanted him to do. Then I went to bed. Muahahahahaha!

Alexander and I took a little nap, and when I woke up I found that Bryan had cleaned the dog mess, shampooed that area of the floor, banished the dog (at my insistence), and was now through cleaning Christopher's room and was preparing to shampoo that carpet as well. He's so great. And he wasn't even upset with me for sticking him (no pun intended) with the poop mess.

So that was an interesting morning. And then the afternoon was basically uneventful. Bryan played hide-and-seek with Christopher, and Christopher took more pictures with my camera until the batteries died (this is his new-found love, and it makes me fear for my camera's already questionable existence). Both things had been promised to him, so with that and food out of the way, most of my parenting responsibilities had been fulfilled for the day. I say most because I think that - technically - getting clothing on your child is also expected, and that I didn't do. He put his own underwear on (backwards), found a "playshirt" and put that on backwards, and by the end of the day had on only the shirt, in spite of repeated requests for him to make himself decent.

The owwie part included several owwies. They were "nice" enough to come at me one at a time. (Doesn't that only happen in movies???) First, my shoulder HURT the whole afternoon, so badly that I took alternating Excedrin and Ibuprofen every two hours, put a hot pack on it, and Bryan rubbed it, and it still hurt enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. I had Bryan do all the baby-lifting and bring me drinks. Eventually it calmed down, but it's not 100%. I blame baby-holding over long periods of time, but it's a half-hearted blame because the shoulder that's killing me isn't the side I hold the baby with. That side's just fine.... thankfully?

Bryan cooked an awesome lunch that was really yummy, but my shoulder hurt so much that I was a little nauseous and I only had a nibble. Then later he cooked a great dinner. I was feeling better then and ate that. But a few hours later, I was curled miserably in a chair hoping I wouldn't lose my dinner. I have no idea what caused me to get so sick all of the sudden. Bryan was just fine, so I don't think it was dinner. I was so nauseous, I was breathing deep breaths to see if I could keep from throwing up. Yucky, I hate being so miserable. Nausea for me is one of those things where I hate to actually throw up, but sometimes not doing so makes you wish you could just have it over with so you won't be so terribly sick. Bryan brought me a drink that I didn't drink, and eventually I sucked on a popsicle, and that helped a lot. A few popsicles later, I was feeling much better.

At which point, I got up to help Christopher pick a movie that he could watch before bed. I couldn't find the one he wanted, so I opened up the doors to the entertainment center to check if - on an off chance - the movie was where it shouldn't be. It wasn't there, and I was suddenly sick to my stomach again, so rather than put the case back where it belonged and closing the door, I just dropped to the floor and finished helping Christopher from there. Once I was done and the movie was set, I went to stand up to put away the case and close the doors. And then came the BIG OWWIE!

I hit the top of my head very hard on the bottom of the door as I rose up. I gasped in shock. I knew I was hurt, and was so stunned by the force that I slumped to the floor again and was too out of it even to cry. I pressed my hand to my head, and my boys ran over to see if Mommy was ok. I just sat there for a minute or two with my hand on my head. I thought, "It's got to be bleeding, it hurts too bad to not be that bad." I eventually took my hand off my head and looked at it. No blood. But my head was still throbbing, so I put my hand back. I still hadn't gotten off the floor, and by this point Bryan and Christopher were standing by watching me cautiously.

I took my hand down again. It just had to be bleeding. No blood. I pressed my hand back to my head. Looking back, I'm pretty sure that the fact that I'd been pressing my hand to my head is what made the difference. Putting pressure on it had prevented it from bleeding. When I took my hand down a third time, I saw blood. Eventually I let Bryan look at it. I had a 3/4 gash on my head, and it was bleeding. After the shock of it wore off, I finally started to cry. After all, it HURT! I sat for a long time thereafter in a chair with a rag and an icepack pressed firmly on my head. It eventually quit throbbing and bleeding. It still hurts, but not enough to be a real bother. I don't, however, look forward to combing my hair. (Insert grouchy face here.)

In addition to the things above, I have a toenail that randomly decided to swell up and start bleeding back on Sunday, and I've been keeping it clean, bandanged, and with antibacterial on it just in case. I stubbed that toe twice today, and I hit my shin.

It wasn't my finest day. It was, however, a day when my wonderful husband showed off his best side, my older son was adorable, and my younger son was a little bit difficult but still as cute as ever. I love them very much, and I was especially grateful today that Bryan and Christopher were so loving and kind to me. I really appreciate them.