Eric was doing the laundry earlier today while I was getting dressed (He cooks and changes diapers, too. Mr. Right indeed!). It seemed like a good time to get ready for the day, seeing as how it was 12:30 pm....Hours of nursing, feeding, cleaning, playing and napping had passed and I was only just getting showered and dressed well past noon.
Such is the rockstar lifestyle I'm livin' over here. Woo!
Anyway, Eric was doing laundry and I heard a Crash! from the hallway. Thinking he'd dropped something, I poked my head out to see if everything was OK.
Eric had dropped himself.
He was crumpled up on the floor holding his head in his hands. Turns out he was turning from the washer to load it with more clothes and cracked his head on the bathroom door frame. I ran to go get him some ice and upon returning saw what he'd done to himself. He had the biggest scariest looking welt on his temple that it has ever been my displeasure to see.
And, uh, no. He wouldn't let me photograph it. Not even for posterity!
There's a glimpse of married life with me: first I check in on health and safety concerns and then I consider running for my camera. Foiled!
However, I now know why they refer to bumps on the head as "goose eggs".