I’m just going to in the simplest and quickest way possible tell you about what happened tonight. I normally wouldn’t waste the brain power needed to sit and write a full blog on one story, but this worth telling. I need to clear up the origin of my two-year-old’s black eye.
It’s a doozy.
It’s been a long day, but some how I made it through and even managed to score a NAP out of it. A NAP! My child has lately been refusing to nap now that he has acquired this new freedom with his bed. He reserves sleep for when he absolutely can’t escape it, or just when he is dead. But after an exhausting day of cleaning, my child and curled up on the living room furniture and napped past dinner. It was beautiful.
The day in general went pretty well which was unexpected since I was awoken at 7 am by my child and was feeling awful from a combination of this cold-from-hell and a week of rude early-morning awakenings. I got to the point when I was just about to completely lose it when I decided I wasn’t going to do this to myself today. I was going to take 5, clean myself up, and make something of the day. I was ready for whatever life and my adorable little demon spawn were preparing to hurl my way. I wish I could have said the same for my son.
After I had prepared dinner I decided it was time for a post-nap diaper change for Deven. Our Dog, whom I have yet to introduce to my readers, was acting very excited and antsy, which was typical since it was dinner for him as well. I changed Deven’s very wet diaper and headed into the kitchen to throw it away when I hear a strange whizzing sound and giggling coming from the farthest corner of the living room. I turned around to find the dog peeing on the carpet.
My initial reaction was to scream at the dog, but when that surprisingly had no effect, I panic, and hurl the heavy wet diaper in the direction of the dog. Only, the child was standing kind of close to the dog. And I am not known as an excellent marksman.
The diaper hit Deven square in the face. In his eye. Really hard. He started crying and I am so overcome with guilt. My son has his first black eye at 2 years old because of me. Because my panicked reaction to a dog peeing on the carpet is to hurl a wet diaper.
What are people gonna say? “Oh my, how did your boy get that black eye?” The only way around this it to bite the bullet and tell the truth. And hopefully neither CPS or Animal Control wont show up on my door step. Maybe I just leave it at “I’m a bad shot.”
This is so one for the baby book.