Monday, December 01, 2008

Ouch (You know you're still a mom when...)

When I woke up one day last week with a tender spot between my eyes, I couldn't think what it could possibly be.

My imagination?

One of the enormous stealth zits that have been plaguing me since my hormones started creaking back into gear a month or so ago?

Then I remembered.

The day before, I had tried to extract an economy-sized package of Number 5 diapers from a store display. The packages were surprisingly heavy and precariously balanced on the third shelf up. I must have made a false maneuver, for before I knew it three packages came down and hit me square in the face, knocking my glasses to the floor.

It was embarrassing. And it hurt, darn it.

Sleepless nights, labor pains, those I knew I'd signed up for. But as I rubbed my forehead in the middle of the supermarket aisle, it dawned on me that some of the ways we suffer for our children are entirely unexpected.


Isabelle said...

Sorry to read about this incident. Luckily your glasses were not broken!

And since you're not near the end of buying diapers for Le Petit, be carefull next time you pick up a box :)

Isabelle said...

I forgot to tell you that I've learned a new word today, threw your post: Zit!!!
This word is so disgusting that it says it all. I like using the word pustule in French, pretty gross too (lol).