This was not the best weekend of my life. The truth hurts sometimes. Friday, after date night with the boys, Jackson and I had a date at the ER for a broken nose which he received while tackling a kid with his face while playing football.
Saturday, I got called into work and worked all day. When I got home, Braxton informed me that he thought he separated his shoulder again. I was slightly over-emotional and told him to take come Tylenol. I worked all day Sunday and when I got home at 8:30 last night, he was sobbing. Back to the ER we went. Shoulder was injured, but not separated. Turns out he dislocated three ribs. He was wrestling with Kaydon.
When we got home from the ER, I took my sweet time throwing my guts up in the toilet, while trying not to wake my sweet, very concerned boys up.
I keep telling myself that I never have to do this weekend again.
If only the tears would stop. And the vomiting. And the injuries.
Here's to a good week! PS. I really could not be more grateful to be a mom of crazy boys.