Karma Will Bite You

Obviously, this didn't happen today, but this was the first chance I've had to get back to my blog since Friday afternoon. Boogaloo, himself, has tried to convince me to forget about it all by way of distracting me with his love and affection...when he's not playing in the dog water.

Dear Boogaloo,
Hitting me is hazardous to your health to begin with. Adding in the fact that you tried to hit me with a dish scrubbing brush while standing in 3-4 inches of water in a little plastic wading pool is bound to cause you exponentially more grief. Even 19 month olds are affected by karma, and the universe DOES notice you.
I'm sorry for laughing out loud when you fell square on your tush, but don't forget that I was far from alone in my laughter. Your Grandma, Grandpa, and Daddy were all laughing too, kiddo. However, I'm not entirely convinced that it was ALL your karma knocking you down. The piece of ground Grandma decided to put the pool on isn't close to flat. There was soap residue from you all washing the dogs in the pool even before you got in it. And most importantly, the dogs were chasing each other all around and through the pool, right beside you standing there.
Your screaming and flapping/splashing over the injustice of your plight was entirely unnecessary. I think, though, that blame for your crank and funk all day Saturday rests on both your dad and me - we kept you out later than your bedtime Friday night, and your "schedule" has been kinda off today as a result. That said, I'm not totally convinced that your rejection of and intolerance to transitions is all just you being cranky. The transition drama happens every day we do something unexpected that doesn't fit into "normal routine down time". It could also be because everyone was home all day Saturday and you've already gotten adjusted to it being just you, Pickle, and me from the time you get up to when Daddy gets home after your nap...I haven't figured you completely out quite yet.
Regardless of any of the answers to the semi-questions I've brought up, I love you as big as the sky, and nothing will every change that. Just...don't hit me - with your hand, a dish brush, or anything else, really - cuz it makes me not like you very much for a while, OK?

~The Mom