Kovan päivän ilta – A hard day’s (hard) night / Edit: a hard night’s morning

Sillan otsasta voi lukea, että meillä on ollut epätavallisen kova perjantai-ilta. Silmien välistä söi sääski. Otsaan tuli kuhmu syöksystä sohvalta pöydän jalkaan. 10 minuuttia myöhemmin tapahtui se, mitä ollaan odotettu jo pari kuukautta, eli Silla tippui sohvan selkänojalta ikkunan ja sohvan väliin, patterin päälle. Siitä on todisteena kaksi punaista naarmua, toinen kulman päällä, toinen ylempänä päässä. Sitten kun äitin kanssa oltiin lohdutukseksi lähdössä puhaltamaan takapihalle saippuakuplia, Silla kompastui tuulikaapissa kenkiin ja kynsi kuramattoon vielä valmiiseen kuhmuun verihiertymän ja nenänvarren verille. Kyllä otti koville. Kaikilla.

Silla’s forehead narrates the unusually hard friday night we’ve had. Earlier in the day, a mosquito bit her between the eyes. Then she got a bump on her forehead as a result of a semi-dramatic fall from the sofa to a leg of a table. Ten minutes from that happened the thing we’ve been afraid of for a couple of months now: Silla fell from the sofa (which is just next to living room windows) between the window and the sofa, on top of the radiator and from there to the floor on her back. As a a result, she got two cuts to her head. One just above the eyebrow, another higher up just parallel to hairline (and this was lucky, it could have been much worse). And, when Mommy was trying to mend things by taking Silla out to blow some soap bubbles, she stumbled on some shoes in the hallway and got a nice bloody scratch on top of the bump she got only about half an hour earlier plus an extra scratch on her nose. As a result, she was relatively unhappy. We all we were.

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EDIT: The morning after

The next morning Silla woke up looking like she had taken a beating from someone at night. I don’t know if it was the mosquito bite acting up or what’s going on — Nevertheless the poor girl looks like little miss Mike Tyson. Or like the million dollar baby. (I feel like I should protect this post with a password – otherwise someone, an authority, might come and take her away from us…)