It has been a rough 6 weeks at our house.
Or rather I should say for TeenBoy and SIX.
First SIX breaks his arm in the second to the last play of the last game of the year... 3 days after his 12th birthday.
Then TeenBoy puts his hand through his bedroom window because he missed the lamp shade he was trying to kill...
And then he fell through the attic to the second floor hall- taking out a light fixture and the smoke detector along the way... just missing the stairwell... Thank God - seriously Thanks, he could have been killed!
Silly us. HeMan Hubby and I went to a Christmas Open House. Or so we thought.
About an hour and half into the party the cell phone rang.
It was SmartGirl.
SIX and TeenBoy were horsing around in the house so she yelled at them.
Did they stop?
They took it outside.
Into the snow.
In t-shirts and shorts.
Without any shoes on.
SIX slipped on a patch of black ice running across the driveway.
He couldn't catch himself... broken hand - remember?
Cracked his chin, took out a hunk of skin to the bone.
The call came in at 9:12pm.We were in the car by 9:26pm for the 45 minute ride home.
He was at the ER by 10:45pm. We left the ER at 1am with 5 sutures in his chin leaving behind a basin full of the asphalt they took out of it.
Do you know what SmartGirl and ManBoy said?
We took too long to get home... what? Found our coats, said goodbye, dislodged the vehicle from the parking mess then drove home, changed clothes, gathered SIX into the car, drove to the ER and checked in a mere hour and a half later???
When they are parents I hope they each have 4 boys... all a year apart... and really good health insurance.