And He Will Now Be Called "Bruiser"

So last night Mark had to work late. The kids and I had just gotten settled in to watch the new season of American Idol. I had on my pjs and was all wrapped up in my Snuggie. Good to go. James of course, could care less about watching TV and he was running around playing and generally trying to get us to NOT watch TV.

He came and stood in front of me with his Darth Vader mask on. He growled a little bit, I acted all scared, and he laughed. He kept on and on and on though so I got the mask, put it on and began to say, "James, I am your mother." I know, so original.

Well, evidently I am a great actress because it scared him so bad he punched me in the face. And I had that hard mask on. I immediately started crying and yelling. The kids ran over and leapt into action. Tyler called Mark and told him my nose was broken. Fortunately Mark was already driving home. Matt got me an ice pack and Abbie was trying to love and comfort me. When James heard Tyler calling Mark on the phone I heard his little padded-footy-pajamed feet high-tailing it to the bathroom and then I heard the door slam. I guess he was hiding out.

I was knocked for a loop. I was so dizzy and my nose was throbbing. There is a hard plastic piece in the mask that holds it up on your nose and it got me bad. My mother-in-law came and sat with me until Mark got home because I could not stand up due to the dizziness.

Mark came home and declared that it was not broke, but it hurt like the dickens. He took care of me the rest of the night and that was almost worth the pain. Mark is excellent in the taking care of a sick/hurt person department. Part of it is because he is such a wonderful guy and partly because he has had so much practice with me.

Anyway, this morning I still have a little swelling and it hurts to touch it. But I will be alright.

Mark says it is a good thing I am a lover and not a fighter. My three year old can beat me up.