The Whitesides

Goose  Eggs

Do you ever have one of those days where everything seems to go wrong and the world seems to be caving in on you?  Well, I had a whopper of a day this past week, which I hope I don’t have to repeat.  I was stressed, emotional, sad, and struggling, not to mention crazy post pregnancy hormones.  I couldn’t wait for Ryan to get home, but he had to work late that day. 

He finally got home and I was so relieved. (Is it just me or do you just feel like life is so much better when your husband gets home?) 

We were all excited to be with daddy.  Nik couldn’t wait to show his dad the new cool car he got that day for being a good boy.  Ian needed to be fed, so I let Ryan and Nik catch up while I went somewhere quiet with the baby. (You have to love feeding time.  Sometimes it’s the only time you get to get away somewhere quiet and just relax for a little bit.  Feeding time is awesome.  Everyone, for the most part, leaves you alone during this time.  Its funny because you think that there would be other times you could be alone, for example, going to the bathroom or taking a shower, but that is so not the case.)  So I was a little excited to have some quiet and alone time, but to my surprise Ryan and Nik decided to come in the room and hang out too.  Okay.

I was just finishing up with Ian.  Nik was showing Ryan how fast his car could go.  I looked up and WHACK!  You see, my 4 year old decided the best way to show how fast his car really was, was to launch it through the air, and, it just happened to find the center of my forehead.  Wow, that was just awesome! (Or not!) It was the cherry on the top I guess you could say. And that was it.  That was my breaking point.  I had tried all day to be happy and positive and be patient, but no more.  I couldn’t do it. I just cried. (Now it did hurt getting hit by a pointy metal flying car, but it wasn’t really why I was crying)  And upon discovering that I was crying of course everyone freaked out and was worried.  I tried to stop but I just needed some time to cry and just get it all out.  Sometimes you just have to.  So that’s what I did.  Ryan took everyone and let me lie in my amazingly soft and perfectly unmade bed and let the tears melt away the terribles of the day, and a serious case of post pregnancy hormones. 

Although I am better now, my poor face is not.  I have a goose egg the size of a silver dollar on my forehead, as well as being graced with an equally large bruise and a headache that has lasted for an entire week.  I guess you could say after all this, I will think twice about buying a toy car for Nik.

Nik made it better that night by making us all laugh.  Ryan had just picked him up to take him to his room for bedtime when he says, “ Wow dad!  Your arm pit feels a lot fuzzier than I thought! ”

Awesome Nik.  Just awesome!

Bath time is fun around here.