Yesterday was one of those days. I knew I was being irrationally downtrodden but there was no shaking it. After work I came home, put Avelyn to bed, hopped in the shower then laid on the couch fighting back tears about the injustice of premenstrual bloating and also about the messy kitchen that needed cleaning and the fact that I looked like a drowned rat but the energy required to blow dry my sopping hair was just not accessible.
I turned in early and had a good night’s sleep for the first time in too long. (Thank you, toddler molars, for ruining my child’s ability to sleep for more than five hours at a time.) But I woke up with the nastiest case of bed head you have ever seen. I lifted my head from my pillow and gently felt the puffy edges of it and thought, “I’ll bet this would make a great photo for the blog.” But when I hobbled to the bathroom mirror and actually took a look, I decided against documenting the horror. Really. I hadn’t let it air dry since I got my new, shorter haircut and the layers really go nuts when not tamed by a straightening iron!
So there I was, hair frightfully mussed, trying to get out the door to take Avelyn out for the morning. I locked her in the bathroom with me so I could keep an eye on her while I got ready. I wedged my head in the sink and soaked down the bed head and commenced blow drying. Avelyn isn’t a huge fan of the loudness of the blow dryer so I tried to make it fun for her by occasionally blowing it on her head and making funny sounds. She laughed. I stopped halfway through to apply some styling product then began to blow dry again. She was tugging on my pant leg and I turned around quickly to shoot the blow dryer on her head but my hands were still all glossed and slippery from the product I had just used so the blow dryer flew right out of my hand and smacked her in the head.
I screamed.  And began apologizing. While she held her breath, building up some steam for what would be the loudest cry I’ve ever heard her make.
I felt so terribly. I threw a freaking blow dryer at my kid’s face.
After a bit of consoling, she was fine. A little goose-egg rose on her temple but thankfully her wispy hair covered the bump.
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These are terrible moments. I’ve actually poked my kid in the eye twice this week, and zippered his face taking off his sweatshirt, and clawed him in the head with my one tiniest-bit-sharp fingernail…. Thank goodness kids are forgiving, for now. (And that their memory span is real short!)
I hope you’re both having a better day today!
This is going to sound really weird, but I had a pet chinchilla a few years ago, and I was letting it run around in my room, and it ran between my bed and my nightstand. I am a klutz and always manage to do things at the most inopportune times – I knocked my alarm clock off the nightstand while she was down there next to the nightstand, and it landed on her head. There was blood everywhere. I rushed her to the vet and felt absolutely horrible, it’s that brief moment of panic when time stands still and your stomach clenches into a knot! I know it’s FAR worse when it’s your child, but that’s my concussion story for you ;)
I am sorry Amanda but your blog made me laugh. I hope today was a better day. And if it makes you feel better I dropped a grandfather clock on my first born.
dont worry, im sure she will forget it ever happend tomorrow! happy halloween!
Awwww…Poor Avelyn! I’m sure it didn’t take long for her to forgive you! Can’t wait to see Hallowe’en pictures!
AWW – I’m sure she will be OK, but I understand how that would make you feel bad. I wish you’d taken a pic of the bed head though. hee hee
happy Halloween
Oh dear, a blow to the head!
I’ve slammed my kids’ fingers in doors, tripped over them and knocked them down, hit them with the rake handle when I was raking leaves, and worst of all…I made them go snowshoeing one winter and according to them that was child abuse! right.
Ha ha, Lynda’s comment totally cracked me up. But back to what I was going to say, I hate days like that. And honestly, I’m sure Avelyn will remember the times that you blow dried her hair and how much she loved it and forget all about the time you accidentally bonked her in the head.
that’s it….i’m calling child services!!
Although it was an accident so maybe i’ll hold off on the phone call for now.
Accidents happen…it’s part of what makes life, life. i once accidentally dislocated my cat’s arm. it sucked then, but it sure is funny now :)
Well, at least she is in compliance with The Rule of All Toddlers: they MUST have a bump somewhere on their head. Now that you’ve got that out of the way for the day, hope it’s a good one!
I like your blog because you’re not afraid to admit you are a real person and real mom. You also have a great sense of humor! My friend’s mommy blog is all sunshine and roses about motherhood.
i bumped vi’s head while trying to put on her ski-cap. she will forgive you. :)
She’s already forgotten all about it. I can’t count how many times I’ve accidentally knocked Charlie off his feet, bumped his poor little head on the wall or the worst ever, zipped a bit of him into his pajamas and he is no worse for ware.
Thank goodness for lovely wispy curls!
Whenever you feel like a lousy mother, just think of Britney. Then, smile. :-)
I feel ya… I gave my 20-month-old daughter a too-hot bite of soup yesterday. She gagged and SCREAMED. Of course she did. I SCALDED HER TASTE BUDS OFF!!! Sigh. Mommy guilt… it’s delicious.
Awww. I’m sorry. It’s definitely worse on the parents than the kids.
My dad still apologizes for sticking me a diaper pin. 25 years ago. He just can’t forget it. It’s really sweet actually.
You won’t forget this but Avelyn? She’s already so over it. You’ll mention it to her when she’s older and she’ll say, ‘Whatever mom, I don’t even remember it. I was like one.’
That’s just part of the parent contract, I guess.
I am right this moment patting your head and Avelyn’s head and offering you e-cookies. E-cookies make everything better. Just like real cookies.
I hope today is better.
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