don't judge me, I'm concussed

The first thing I said this morning?

"Why does my head hurt?"

The reply?

"Um, because you hit your head against the wall and knocked yourself out going to bed. I'm pretty sure you have a concussion."

WHAT?!?

After a hungry baby was fetched, my sweet husband told me about the grand finale of my day yesterday that involved a wall, my head, seeing a huge black square in my vision, and making his life miserable. I remembered nothing.

I have effectively lost two hours of my life courtesy of my bedroom wall.

To make matters worse, my extremely sweet husband (sooo very patient) got me in a tub for the most embarrassing bath of my life. He put shampoo on my hair. The shampoo dribbled down my head and into my eye. I burst into tears and then lost control of my bladder (thank you baby!) and peed in my warm tub. This only made me cry more until I realized that the hand that was trying to rub soap out of my eye was covered in pee water. At which point I gave up.

I got out, JL went to work, and Ali came over to play with Walter and make sure I didn't run into the wall again.

All of this aside, Walter rolled over for the first time! Guy, Ali, and I burst into cheers immediately, but the poor little guy was so startled by everything that he broke down and started sobbing anytime we tried to put him on the floor for the rest of the day.