You know…  People think I’m exagerrating when I say weird crap happens to us.  I’m not.

Like how every time my parents go out of town, something happens.  Or anytime I want a vacation, something happens.  It’s true.

So, let’s see.  This week – all I wanted is a vacation, before I started concentrating on my home, and my business.  I sound like a barking seal, so I’ve spent most of this week heavilly medicated.  Joseph’s IEP blew up with the state so I have a big meeting on Friday to try to fix it.  And last but not least (it is only Thursday) stitches.

This is the last week at after school care (my vacation remember?)  If there’s a problem with after school care, they usually call my husband first, rather than me, because Poe is the one who goes and gets them.  Fine.  Yesterday, Poe called me.  It’s always bad when someone leads with “He’s OK, but…”  Turns out that Logan was running on the playground, tripped over another kid, and landed face first on the asphalt.  Could he please be picked up so that we can determine if he needs stitches?  So I rush to get ready, and rush to go get him.  And yeah, the open wound on his chin looks like it might still need stitches, especially since they can’t get it to stop bleeding.

First stop – Pediatrician’s office.  But it’s 12pm.  And therefore closed for lunch for another hour and a half.  So, I took him to the hospital instead.  $75 copay later, and two stitches.  He was very very brave.  He cried though all the numbing injections, but he didn’t thrash around and need the papoose like we did when his eye needed stitches.  I didn’t even cry!  And I was holding his hands, and because of the angle, I saw every.little.thing.  And I didn’t pass out.  Because of his heart, he’s also on the pink antibiotics as well.  Can’t have an infection, you see.  Still have to figure out how get a wound check done tomorrow, and still go to the meeting for Joseph.

The doctor said he could go to school today.  I just can’t send him.  He’s 6 and in Kindergarten.  All I can think about is him running and falling on his stitches.  Besides, I’ve had stitches.  It’s going to hurt today, and he doesn’t need to be at school getting through that.  I’ll send him tomorrow – against my better judgement – ’cause it’ll be his last day at afer school care, and he’s going to want to say goodbye to his friends.

He’s still asleep this morning, which tells me that this is a good decision.  Normally, he’d have been out of bed an hour ago trying not to bug me but bugging me anyway.  I might snag a picture later for posterity.  Boys like documentation of their boy wounds.