I may have one black eye. Possibly two. Definitely a cracked nose.
Story? Well...ya know how you will go and check on your sleeping children? And ya know how little kids kick in their sleep? Well, I leaned in to kiss J as his leg/knee went flying up. I was a bloody mess. (And you know how well I deal with blood.)
I am not having a happy Saturday so far. My nose is really sore, and I have a whopping headache. It doesn't help that Paul doesn't think it's a big deal.
"You just got punched in the nose. You don't need to see a plastic surgeon to make sure your nose is still aligned properly. I have been hit in the nose tons and it just adds character."
Hmmphf! Character my A**!
p.s. I went to see my Dad, an Orthopedic Surgeon. Nose is NOT broken. Just bruised.
6 hours ago