I am a wreck. I don't think there is a day that goes by anymore where I do not get injured in one way or another by one of my kids. They are both freakishly strong beings and separately or collectively take me down daily!
My recent injuries include an out of whack jaw from Syd spinning into my face while I was on the floor, a bruise at the bridge of my nose from my glasses bring crushed into my face from an unexpected squeeze hug, a sore pelvic bone from Syd racing across the room to body slam me and a scratch on my chin from Cheekers getting me with those razor nails of hers.
I guess the upside to this is my children love me and show great affection toward me. The downside is I'm getting old and my reflexes aren't quick enough anymore to escape the hair pulling, the glasses being ripped from my face, the spontaneous wrestling matches and the jumping, bouncing, spinning, twirling, racing, running, grabbing, jiggling, wiggling energy of my girls. Sometimes I wonder how I'd cope if I had two boys, who I hear have even more energy.
I gave Hubby my run down of injuries and mentioned that I probably needed to add one more errand to my list this weekend. After Target... I'll be stopping by the Sports Authority to purchase a goalie mask and a sports cup!