Last weekend I was trying to manage the temper tantrum of a very strong little boy. I should have just set him on the ground and let him have at it but instead I was holding him on the couch, trying to settle him down.
I ended up taking a head butt to the nose. Hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I covered my nose and cried.
Steve came over to see if I was ok. He pulled my hands away from my face and looked shocked.
"Oh my God! Hon, your nose is crooked!! Oh my god! It looks really bad!!!"
And then I cried harder.
Because it's always been that way.