Healing up nicely

Sorry, I have no pictures. I should have taken one right after I smacked my head, but I was not in the mood. It was a nice bump for a day, but now it's not visible. Thankfully, it didn't turn green and purple.

It is usually at the worst times that we smack ourselves in the face. Why is that? Claire was fussy and emotional in Target and not wanting to walk with us, jerking her body around. She ws so distracted with herself that she walked right into the square metal post in the aisle. It was a double breakdown and quite a scene. She still has a bruise and lump on her head days later.
I have a memory that I am not proud of. In my pre-teen days of emotional turmoil, who knows what I was crying about. It could have been that my bangs weren't fluffy enough. I was running through a parking lot to get into the van so that I could really have a good cry and pulled the door opened so fast that I hit myself in the forehead, pouring physical pain on top of emotional pain. It makes the little girl who thinks bangs are the most important thing in life shake her fist in the air and say, "WHY GOD?!"

Anyway, why am I telling embarrassing stories? I need to tell an impressive one to recover....darn, I have none.

A man followed the girls and I around the grocery store yesterday asking my children random, nonsensical questions that disturbed me. Very random. Very much nonsense. Like, "Do you girls want to clean the floors?" followed me to the women's body wash, "Do you girls eat your veggies?" followed me in a round-about way all the way to the ground beef, "Do you girls want to go find a husband and beat him up tonight?" That was the last straw. I went and hid by the tortila chips.