I was woken up yesterday morning by an action figure to my cheekbone.
This guy, to be exact:
Those action figures are DENSE. I'm thinking it was the boot, but whatever part it was, it split the skin and gave me a black undereye.
Right after it happened it didn't look too bad:
But by the end of the day it looked like someone had walloped me a good one:
Then this morning I was woken up by Mason's head slamming into my mouth, splitting the inside of my upper lip and causing a LOT of bleeding. I swear, that kid has the hardest head, which is good for him but bad for me.
Throughout the day it's gotten worse, and now it's a blood blistery, swollen mess.
I was supposed to go to a Bloggers event tonight, but opted to stay home and nurse the part of ego that's attached to how I look. And I wouldn't be much use at an event that involves talking anyway, since I've developed an odd mumble to minimize pain causing lip movement.
We've decided that it's time for Mason to start sleeping in his own bed. My heart hurts a little at the thought of him sleeping on his own, but my face hurts more.