I feel the need to update the current climbing situation.

Let’s just say that I’m going to need to bolt the furniture down.

I didn’t even know he could MOVE his dresser, much less move it across the room AND tip it over AND climb on it.

ARRGH.

You know, when Voldemort hit the climbing phase at 14 months or so, I figured that was it. We babyproofed everything, and then it was cool. One climbing phase? Done.

And then the child turned 3 and a half, and realized all of the cool things that were just out of reach. Like candy – drag the kitchen chair, up, open the cabinet, and stuff face. Or bandaids – drop the toilet lid, stand on tiptoes, and plaster bandaids all over legs. We’ve been dealing. Especially with the bandaid cabinet, as we keep meds in there and wow, that’s not a panic attack and a call to poison control waiting to happen.

Tonight took the cake for me, though.

The Dark Lord was put to bed a little early, as he hit meltdown mode like crazy. Earlier he fought a hard battle against naptime, and finally passed out under his mattress after pulling everything (including the mattress) off the bed. He had been in his room with the lights out for almost an hour, when all of a sudden, I hear music.

Yes, there is a cd player in his room, and yes, we turn it on before bed so he can listen to a story or calming music or whatever, but it’s on a high shelf.

Which is why he put his kid-sized chair in the rocking chair and climbed up on both of them in order to change the cd and turn it on.

Tomorrow, I’m chaining all the chairs to the floor.

I would dearly like to talk my feelings about Glee (conflicted), my feelings about the Grilled Cheezus ep of Glee (REALLY FUCKING UNHAPPY), and my feelings about my face (ow ow ow).

Because I can only focus on one of the three, i shall explain to you about my face. My beautiful, previously undamaged face.

The GOOD news is that my nose isn’t broken.

The BAD news is that on Tuesday, I was working with a kid at a table. I leaned over to show him something, and he very suddenly jerked hard my direction, slamming his skull into the bridge of my nose. His only saving grace is that is was an accident. Otherwise I would have thrown him straight out the window.

Like I said, it isn’t broken, but I do have a swollen, bruised nose and two black eyes. The black eyes are subtle enough that, instead of looking like I just got a skull to the face, I look like I haven’t slept in a week. I’m not sure if that’s an improvement.

The doctor said that I would have a four to five day headache and OMG HE WASN’T KIDDING. I worked yesterday, but I drove to work today – realizing on the way that ME DRIVING was a horrible idea after nearly getting in two wrecks in ten minutes – walked in and told the director that i really needed to come home because my head might pop off my body without warning.

I still feel like crap and wanna stay home tomorrow, but I can’t. I only have so many sick days, and I need to save them in case the child gets sick.

So, the moral of this story is OW MY HEAD.

When im having particularly crap days, I tend to go looking for visual things which make me happy. Which tend to be a)things with dancing, b) musicals, and/or c)cheesy. It’s gotten to the point where im tired of having to skip straight to the end of Dirty Dancing to watch the final dance scene, so I bring to you a collection of some of my favorite happy places. With the exception of the final dance scene in Dirty Dancing, because the bastards at youtube have disabled embedding on all of them.

In awesome news for most people who know me, all of these are in ENGLISH!

Strictly Ballroom – Paso Doble Final Dance:

Glee – Puck sings “Sweet Caroline:”

Legally Blonde, the Musical – Omigod You Guys:

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun – DTV Dance Off

Sing – One More Time

OK Go – Here It Goes Again

What about you? What cheers you up?