My house constantly smells like feet.
Smelly feet.
I burn candles and bake bread and yet my house still smells like smelly feet.
It's a losing battle in this little house packed full of all these boys.
This afternoon's text message exchange with my 17 yr old:
Him: hey mom. we need steri strips.
Me: Why?
Him: we just need sum.
Me: Tell me WHY.
(because I know full well by now where this is leading, but need to figure out whether an ER visit is in order.)
Him: no reason. i'll show you when u pick me up.
Me: TELL ME NOW.
Him: gotta watch film. be done at 5:30.
The short version...he got elbowed during practice. They taped him together and he finished practice. Once home, I pulled off the tape, saw how deep and big it was and called my neighbor, the nurse.
Thank God for Sheila.
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I've lost count how many times we've been to the ER with him...never, ever a dull moment around these parts.
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A neighbor who is a nurse is a blessing for sure!!! Chris broke his arm last year during basketball practice at school. I went to pick him up and he comes out with an ice pack as soon as he shuts the door----tears! He had sat for an hour with a broken arm and not complained once or asked them to call me. Crazy boys!
ReplyDeleteSo, how many stitches did Alex get???
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