Safe Landing

Monday:

Kaydon calls me: "Hey Ma. I did something stupid and now I can't walk."

Me: "Awesome. Not Awesome."

Him: "Meet you at home to go to the doctor..."

Me: Rolling of eyes #5893279342

I get home to get him and he really could not walk.

Kaydon has an extremely high pain tolerance.

That's how I knew this was no joke.

Apparently, he thought it would be cool to jump from the top stair to the landing at school. That would be 18 concrete stairs.

He stuck the landing, though.

Rolling of eyes #... you get the idea.

They were concerned he had ruptured his Achillies tendon.

That was thankfully not the case.

They were then concerned he broke the bone in his heel.

X-rays revealed a whole lot of swelling and blood pooling and it made it very difficult to see the bones.

He is on crutches.

They are hopeful he did not break the bone.

He is on a lot of Ibuprofen.

He is in a whole lot of pain.

We need a frequent comer card!

Stupid Knife

Last Wednesday night, I was cleaning out our candle warmer with a steak knife... as you do.

Stupid knife went right through L.A.'s hand.

I really cannot remember anything being more painful in  my life!!

Cut the muscles and the nerves.

In a blasted cast.

Tetanus shot.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Stitches come out tonight. 

Hopefully I can get out of all of this tonight.

Won't be using knives anytime soon...

Boymom

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.