posted by Stacey on injuries, motherhood

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Have you ever had one of those days that when you look back on it, you sense that someone was really just playing some kind of cruel joke on you?

Yeah. Yesterday was a day just like that.

It all started with a shopping trip to Costco. My youngest daughter needed a “special leader” snack for preschool for this morning. I had previously bought nutter butters, but read a little too late the note stating a severe nut allergy in her class. Awesome. So I had free money at Costco, one of those 5% back things, and I decided to use it. I took my littlest monster with me and we actually had a grand time at Costco.

He insisted on holding my wallet. This will be important later.

Fast forward a bit and the hubby comes home. He’s feeling a little stressed and I debated about whether or not to attend a church meeting I wanted to go to last night. I had previously been unable to go, but our plans had changed. He insisted it was fine, so I went.

It was lovely to go chat with other women. It’s always rejuvenating for me. The meeting ended a little on the early side for me as I like to avoid returning home until all of my little monsters have been tucked safely into bed. So I did what any Mom would do and I postponed leaving by chitchatting for half an hour.

This will also be important later.

I finally drag my little self home and am surprised when I see a small face opening the garage door and yelling alarmingly that “Mom is finally home!!!” Uh. Oh.

I walk in and am barraged by people telling me that Miss E fell. Ok. She falls all the time. No big deal, right?

No, Mom, she won’t move her arm.

What?

I see her sitting next to her father who tells me that she had fallen off of the top bunk bed while holding the cat, of course, about an hour ago and has been whining about her arm ever since. We have some drama queens and he was unconcerned until about 15 minutes prior when it started to swell.

“What took you so long anyway? That was a really long meeting.”

Ahhh. Irony.

So I haul my little girl off to the ER. Upon arrival they ask for ID. I pull out my wallet and dig through it only to find that my ID is missing. Gone. Nowhere to be found. My best guess is that it is on the floor somewhere in the depths of Costco.

Ahhh. Irony.

So they snap my picture instead and send us back, where we wait for a total of 3 1/2 hours to find out that Miss E fractured the radial head, they put her in a splint, told us to call the Dr. in a few days and sent us home. Finally. At like 12:30 in the morning.

It was long.

And the TV in our room at the hospital wasn’t working. Putting a 3 year old in a room without TV is like a slow form of torture. There was a lot of playing on my phone.

She was a patient little goose and decided to apply stickers to her face at one point. I can’t blame her, I was bored and tired too.

My goal for today? No more irony. I think I’ve had my fill for a while. Oh yeah, and call Costco and pray some kind soul turned in my ID instead of using it to commit fraud or something.

Tags: large family mothering, sickness