Emily and I just returned late yesterday morning from Mom 2.0 Summit in Atlanta. We had an awesome time, and we can’t wait to tell you all about it – which we will do after we recover from racing around all weekend attending (and leading!!!) sessions, meeting sponsors, and of course, going to fab parties bedecked in Lands’ End clothing. There’s nothing like an intense conference with a jam-packed schedule to wear one out.
When I arrived on my own doorstep about 11:30 Sunday morning, I was very excited to see my family. Three days is a long time to be away! As I pulled in, I saw that Jonah was waiting for me at our front door, which is glass. I waved excitedly to him and I could see his lips forming the words “Hi Mommy!” SO sweet. I couldn’t wait to squeeze him!
When I opened the door, I crouched down low and went in for a hug. Jonah gave me a big smile…and then a SCOWL, and then…took a swipe at me!! I’ve heard pets can be mean to their owners after they’ve been away, to make sure they know they didn’t like being left…apparently Jonah has the same policy. Sheesh! After a minute or two, I finally got a hug, but he remained grumpy for awhile. Happily, Joshua and Sophie were appropriately excited to see me, or else I might’ve been plunged into a depression, sheesh!
A few hours later, we were getting ready to leave for house church so I carefully applied my makeup (even I did not apply makeup that morning since we got up at 5:30 to catch a flight and slept very little the night before.) and then sat down in our recliner for a few minutes. Jonah soon climbed up on my lap and asked to look at pictures on my phone (he has a particular favorite of my foster-niece that he likes to see), and so we did that for a couple minutes. When I said it was time to be done, he fussed a bit, so I reiterated that we were ALL done, and he…THREW HIS HEAD BACK in protest and CRUSHED my nose.
I heard a loud CRACK – let me tell you hearing your bones crack inside your head is terrifying – and I started screaming because it hurt SO bad, and threw my hands up to my nose because I was sure it was going to start gushing blood.
Bobby grabbed Jonah and set him down, the big kids came running, and I sobbed hysterically -it was pretty terrible pain. Bobby finally got me to take my hands away – it was only trickling blood, not gushing – and got me some ice. My carefully applied makeup was all over my face. Sophie said, “Her tears have makeup in them!” So glad I had just done that…
Anyways, lots of ice packs and tissues later, I finally calmed down. Poor Jonah kept saying he was sorry.
The family finally left for house church and left me at home with my ice packs. I iced it for over an hour, and kept the swelling to a minimum.
At the moment, it looks almost normal but it still hurts like a MOTHER! But I guess I’ll take it…we all know how much I LOVE my face, right? I’m just glad it’s not crooked!
And yeah, WELCOME HOME MOM! My kid broke my face.
Have you got any great stories of mom abuse? Let’s commiserate?
Ouch! Can’t say what I really want to, but I’ve felt “welcome home” pain on several occasions over the years!
When my eldest was about 20 months old, we joined my husband in Asheville for a conference. We were at the airport on the way home, I had her in a front carrier and all the sudden she pulled her head way back and bonked me on the head really hard. It made this huge cracking sound that could be heard throughout the entire (albeit very small) Asheville airport. I was fine, but until our plane left dozens of people kept coming up and asking how I was. Pretty much everyone at the airport was from the conference, and they all knew my husband. ‘Are you ok? Why did she do that???’ (Cuz toddlers do ridiculous stuff like that, that’s why!)