Ok, so my oldest comes home tonight from football practice complaining his foot hurts… So after taking a look, I call the advice nurse, who says bring him in…. My hubby drove up from work only to have me greet him at the door with “You have your choice you can lead the small group we have coming in 20 minutes, or you can take Chris to the doctor”…. He chose doctor… So I stay home to hostess and play the role of “leader” (my sister in law is at Disneyland). The phone rings during our study… It’s my 12 1/2 year old Johnny (who is at Pismo Beach with family friends enjoying camping, quads, and motorcycles)… “Hi mom, it’s Johnny, I flipped the quad while riding today!” “What!”… oh my heart was pounding, mind you this is the son who in Jan. 2006 got his heel broken in a golf cart accident and was in a cast for over 16 Weeks…. Ughhhh…. After I hung up with him, he is OK by the way and said, and I quote….”it was cool.” Spike and Chris come home with Chris is a “shoe” some special devise that keeps his foot immobile…. He is to “rest” it and the doctor will call me tomorrow after the X-Ray has been read… However Chris refuses to sit out for tomorrows football game, he plans to tough it out, even though she told him, he is in jeopardy of injuring the foot worse… However if I get “the call” that it is broke, he WILL NOT be playing…. Mom’s orders!
Ughhhhh I have at least 36.2 more gray hairs after this evening… Why couldn’t my boys enjoy reading?? Do they have to be so physical?… I guess being raised in a home with just me and my sis, this whole boy thing freaks me out a little!