Wow, the last week and a half have been hectic. I hosted a bridal shower for 20 people at my house on Tuesday, watched my oldest daughter walk across the stage to receive her college degree on Friday, celebrated Mother's Day all weekend by eating out non-stop, and have collected all textbooks and materials from 8 kindergarten teachers this past week. Obviously the best moment was Jordan's graduation. A 3 hour ceremony that was worth every moment.....watching her jump for joy outside afterwards was the icing on the cake.
Today I was in the library setting up for a Volunteer Appreciation Tea tomorrow. (The last thing on my list of things to get through before I can relax). So I was out of the classroom near my purse and cell phone. When I returned at 3:45 to get my purse to leave, I saw a missed call from Will. So I called him back....
"Uh, uh, uh, well, I uh sorta fell on the driveway when Sarah brought me home today. And I uh, uh, well, Sarah's daddy is taking me to the emergency room."
"How did you fall on the driveway?"
"Well, I was running and I jumped up and fell down."
"Why are you going to the emergency room?"
"Well, my face and arms are cut up."
Keep in mind, I am not panicking because Will is so calm while he is talking to me. And I am a little caught off guard by the whole thing. I tell him I can be home in 5 minutes to take him myself........and he tells me he is already on his way.
I meet up with him at the ER and he looks like he has been in a motorcycle wreck. We go to Triage and the male nurse asks him if he has been in a motorcycle wreck. The ER Room nurse comes in and looks at his Road Rash and says it looks like he was in a motorcycle wreck.
While they take Will off to be x-rayed, I ask his friend Sarah, "Tell me again how this happened." She hems and haws and makes a painful face........I say, "Just tell me the truth." And she says, "He jumped out of the car." Now.......it's making sense. I kept trying to figure out how half the skin was taken off of his arm with just a little fall on the driveway. Now, jumping out of a moving vehicle.....Road Rash.
Two hours later.....he probably broke his arm........they put it in a sling and we are to follow up with an Orthopedic Doctor tomorrow. He had all his wounds scrubbed and bandaged and had his chin stitched up. And he fessed up. I think he was already in the Punishment Phase.
Jump out of a moving car? Won't do that again.
Well, I was so blessed this morning by receiving an email with the link to this hidden treasure!!! I sat right down and read straight through and finished the first time through just as it was time to go down to the bus for the first day of school. I had gotten choked up looking at Jordan's graduation picture thinking about her and Lucas side by side in their strollers. Then there was the rye, snotty grin I got when reading about your future stuntman. You got two girls and ONE boy, I got THREE boys. I think Lucas jumped out of his first car at less than a month old (the memories might be slightly exagerated). We get down to the bus stop and the kindergarten parents are all there with cameras and, looking at the group of our latest members of the bus ride getting their pictures taken together, I teared up again. I kissed my 5th grader goodbye and danced to the car...
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