Just when we hit Thursday and I think the week couldn't get any worse - it did.
We spent Valentines Evening in the ER with a broken arm for guess who . . . . .Madi. Unfortunately we have to wait until tomorrow morning to get it cast. Nothing like dragging out the drama!
Poor Madi was shivering and her teeth were chattering - so I gave her the sweatshirt I was wearing. It wasn't until then that I realized I was in a tank top - and boy was I uncomfortable. Lucky me - I remembered I had left my Valentines sweater in the car! (I had tried to wear it for old times sake while shopping at the commissary. It only got up to 80 today - completely sweater weather!)
So I came back into the waiting room wearing my pink running shorts, my tank, and my festive sweater. David leaned over and told me I looked like trailer trash! O.k. now - who seriously gets dressed up to come to the ER . . . . .
Too bad he didn't really see the mom who had been on mind altering drugs since Saturday from my own visit to the ER. Who had dealt with a rapidly decompensating Asperger's boy while trying to fix a memorable Valentines dinner even though I had completely forgot it was Valentines until I woke up this morning (gotta love those sweet sweet pain killers)
Happy Valentines Day!!!!
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