Write a post inspired by the word: punched.

There are several stories sparked by this… more than I care to admit…

I mean… really… who haven’t I punched… Let’s not answer that… and go with one of the more recent ones… fresh in my mind because Mr. Amazing, his sister, and mother were laughing and retelling it just yesterday…

Picture if you will: Christmas Eve… Family party at my In-Laws… My own little blended family issues are nothing when compared to Mr. Amazings much larger and hostile blended family… The only time I often see his step siblings are at this yearly party… We do not really remember each other from year to year… In fact… Last year they introduced me to one sibling (who? I don’t remember) and they exclaimed “He got married??” … Close? Not so much… still closer than my own family… so it take some getting used too.

So all those step siblings have children, I am not really sure who belongs to who, and I try to put faces to the names of the horror stories that are whispered among others… But really… there are just a lot of kids… I LOVE kids… so I am enjoying myself… when I see a pre-teenish boy rough housing with Mr. Amazing… I love this… Because even though there are some issues among the grown up children, it is so fun to see family interact that normally doesn’t… As I wander over to join my cute husband… I see this kid slug him… right in the gut… and ..

You guys! I didn’t even think about… There wasn’t ever a conscious decision behind it… I punched the kid back.

“Oooof!” Child clutches stomach

“Don’t hit MY husband!” Hands on hips… I may as well have lifted a leg and peed on him

“We were just playing?” baffled Mr. Amazing

<Shrug> “No One hits my husband”

The kid was fine… I gave him my candy bar from the left right right left oh my god right left  this is the longest game ever game.

…. I am sure I will never live it down…. Just like the one time Small Child informed me no one will spar with him in Karate if I am there in the bleachers… Oh but that is another story…