I'm too tired to update with any sort of enthusiasm. So bear with me.
Today I went to my mother's. The highlight of my day was buying a mini pair of pants for my nephew-on-the-way. I love that kid already. It's nuts. I'm making him a shirt to match the pants. Because I can. Yeah.
The lowlight (no, it's not a fucking word) of my day was being hit on the head. Hard. By a miniature ceramic shit-holder made to look like a bean pot. Yeah, shitholder. As in, hmm only rubber bands and paper clips will fit in here (and I don't own either of these items) but I must have it because it's a cute little goddamned bean pot. What the fuck. Anyway, this little ceramic bean pot shit-holder belongs to my mother and Riley loves it. And I mean, LOVES it. He plays with it EVERY time we're there.
So today, my darling boy is being a hellion. Uhm, he's not supposed to be 2 for another month and a half, what's going on?! He was throwing shit on the floor. Which I needed to pick up because we were leaving. So he's sitting at the kitchen table playing with the mini ceramic bean pot shit-holder from hell and I'm picking up the other crap he's thrown on the floor. All of a sudden I feel (and hear) this very hard thumping on my skull. It's the bean pot. That Riley decided needed to be thrown at that exact moment. At me. It was very painful. And brought tears to my eyes. I made Riley get down from the table (I didn't think I was being mean). But he took one look at my face (probably contorted with a mixture of extreme pain and frustration at his behavior) and started to tear up himself.
I felt my head. There's a bump. A big bump. I cannot believe that I do not have a headache. Riley gave me a hug and that made me feel better. I was angry but not at him. Just at everything that happened up to that moment (I mean, that caused it to happen). I know he didn't intend to hurt me. He's just taken to throwing things lately. I don't know why and I'm not sure how to fix it. He gets the time-outs. Other than that, there isn't much I can do. I refuse to resort to any kind of physical punishment. No matter what my FIL says, ugh.
Tomorrow is the 'lovely' Pampered Chef party. My aunt completely owes me one.
My MIL offered to make Riley's halloween costume this year. I am so lucky that so many people in my life are craftily (not a word? who cares?) talented.
And I cannot believe that on the television right now there is something about "anal bleaching." I'm glad that my back is turned and I don't even want to know what anal bleaching is. In fact I just flicked the tv off. Yes, flicked.
By the way, my head does hurt. Where I was hit. A sharp kind of pain that comes and goes. I suppose, by definition it would be a head ache but it's not a headache. Does that make sense?
I'm going to bed.
11:18 pm - 17 September 2005
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