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Its okay for you to laugh at this.
So, James has been sleeping through the night. 4 nights in a row now. excitement? yes. Anyway.
So he usually wakes shortly before 7 which is 40 minutes before my alarm goes off anyway. I feed him and we spend a short amount of time together before he's whisked to his grandmas house and I'm whisked off to kroger. So this morning I had time to make myself some breakfast and chillax for a little while before I have to go to work. And James is in an amazingly good mood in the mornings. So before I continue I need you to envision his change table.
his change table is made of solid wood, stands up to a little below my boobs, and the way it's situated in the room, I stand on the side so I'm standing by james' side and not by his feet. Okay.
Continue.
I've got James on his change table because I'm changing his diaper and his outfit before he goes to Mamo's house. So I've got his outfit off. His diaper changed. I'm about to put his new outfit on when I see it. a bare baby belly. a cute little belly button. I can't resist. I lean down and blow a raspberry on his tummy. He loves it. absolutely loves it. he coos and flails and smiles big. So I keep on doing it. He gets really into it. So I get really into it. I snap up, snap down, snap up, snap down. getting bigger and more exaggerated with every blow. Forceful. Precise. Intense. when all of a sudden.
I snap down and THWACK.
yes.
Thwack.
I HIT MY FREAKING FOREHEAD ON THE RAIL OF THE CHANGE TABLE. at full speed. and full force.
If my life were a cartoon, little birds would be flying around my head.
James didn't think it was funny.
I calmly finish dressing him. Place him in his crib and go take some extra strength advil.
I have a big purple lump in the middle of my forehead right below my hairline.
great.
I get to work and I feel downright AWFUL. My head hurts. I see spots. I don't feel right. And to top it all off, I feel so incredibly nauseous I don't know what to do with myself. And there is an onset of vertigo. When suddenly the fuzziness in my brain clears just enough for me to realize what has happened.
I gave myself a concussion while playing with my son.
I felt removed from myself all day. There is a scene in Annie Hall where Woody Allen confronts Diane Keaton about their sexual relationship. He complains that it seems like she's not even there when they make love. In the film they visualize this by having Annie's ghost (to represent her mind/soul/spirit/whathaveyou) get out of body, and sit in a chair and watch while woody allen and her body have sex. Thats how I felt all day. Like I was having sex with woody allen watching myself.
Like I said, its okay to laugh at this. I sure as hell have been. Maybe it's the concussion.
So, James has been sleeping through the night. 4 nights in a row now. excitement? yes. Anyway.
So he usually wakes shortly before 7 which is 40 minutes before my alarm goes off anyway. I feed him and we spend a short amount of time together before he's whisked to his grandmas house and I'm whisked off to kroger. So this morning I had time to make myself some breakfast and chillax for a little while before I have to go to work. And James is in an amazingly good mood in the mornings. So before I continue I need you to envision his change table.
his change table is made of solid wood, stands up to a little below my boobs, and the way it's situated in the room, I stand on the side so I'm standing by james' side and not by his feet. Okay.
Continue.
I've got James on his change table because I'm changing his diaper and his outfit before he goes to Mamo's house. So I've got his outfit off. His diaper changed. I'm about to put his new outfit on when I see it. a bare baby belly. a cute little belly button. I can't resist. I lean down and blow a raspberry on his tummy. He loves it. absolutely loves it. he coos and flails and smiles big. So I keep on doing it. He gets really into it. So I get really into it. I snap up, snap down, snap up, snap down. getting bigger and more exaggerated with every blow. Forceful. Precise. Intense. when all of a sudden.
I snap down and THWACK.
yes.
Thwack.
I HIT MY FREAKING FOREHEAD ON THE RAIL OF THE CHANGE TABLE. at full speed. and full force.
If my life were a cartoon, little birds would be flying around my head.
James didn't think it was funny.
I calmly finish dressing him. Place him in his crib and go take some extra strength advil.
I have a big purple lump in the middle of my forehead right below my hairline.
great.
I get to work and I feel downright AWFUL. My head hurts. I see spots. I don't feel right. And to top it all off, I feel so incredibly nauseous I don't know what to do with myself. And there is an onset of vertigo. When suddenly the fuzziness in my brain clears just enough for me to realize what has happened.
I gave myself a concussion while playing with my son.
I felt removed from myself all day. There is a scene in Annie Hall where Woody Allen confronts Diane Keaton about their sexual relationship. He complains that it seems like she's not even there when they make love. In the film they visualize this by having Annie's ghost (to represent her mind/soul/spirit/whathaveyou) get out of body, and sit in a chair and watch while woody allen and her body have sex. Thats how I felt all day. Like I was having sex with woody allen watching myself.
Like I said, its okay to laugh at this. I sure as hell have been. Maybe it's the concussion.