I had another night of bad sleep Sunday night. Why is it that kids don't receive some sort of 'vibe' about that and sleep in for you? Sigh.
They both got up at their usual early time of just after 7am. I was not ready to rise to the land of the living. I'm still fighting the 'goo' and the lack of a good night's rest made for a please-let-me-sleep-a-little-while-longer morning. No dice.
I got up and settled the kids, with their pop-tarts and juice, in front of the idiot box watching Clifford the Big Red Dog...because that's just the kind of supermom I am.
I was headed back to my bedroom. I fully intended to crawl back in my bed to rest a little longer.
Suddenly, Ella decided she needed to go potty. She set off in a sprint toward the bathroom. She tried to fly past me down the hall...blam! Blam? Yes, blam. That's the scientific name of the sound made when a nearly 4 year old child's head smacks into the corner of a wall.
She dropped to the ground, holding her little nugget. I carried her to the bathroom, told her I was going to sit her on the potty and then inspect her head. Oh.My.Goodness. I believe those were my exact words. From the time she hit to the maybe 15 seconds it took for me to get my first glimpse of the damage, she developed one heck of a goose egg. Seriously, it was the size of one of those gumballs you pay a quarter for. It looked like it could just pop...shivers.
My poor girl. All I knew to do was hold her, cry with her and call her daddy at work. I have always heard that if you can see the swelling, it's a good thing. The fact that she had an instant egg was indeed a good thing...but it wasn't pretty. We put a cold pack on it, snuggled on the couch...and let's not forget the ibuprofen.
Currently, the knot is not completely gone and an area the size of a lemon is a beautiful shade of purple. That's one of her favorite colors. Maybe that's the bright side. I don't know.
In all other aspects, Ella appears to be fine.
The wall could use some spackle.
Mom could use a Tylenol PM.