You know those times when you feel like curling up in a ball and wimping out of everything....well its been like that the past few days only I dont do wimping! I roll my sleeves up and say "come on then life chuck some more crap for me deal with cus I is waiting!"
Hubs is going into hossie on Friday to have his nose fixed. After the Doc bashed and bopped at it he announced " in 30 years of fixing noses Ive never had such a job to get one to go straight"....er excuse me this was Hubs nose he was whacking, twisting and poking! 3 times he gave it an almighty twist and still it wouldnt play ball. In a typical manly fashion Hubs announced it "didnt hurt"....he may have said it but I knew different!
His PJ's have been retrieved from the deepest recesses of the bottom drawer and given a quick rinse through to freshen em up...new slippers purchased ( Hubs never wear slippers) and the overnight case is packed.
Wish him luck!
Whilst was busy doing Mom stuff around the house I received a rather frantic call from Bobs school...he had injured himself whilst playing rugby....did I want an ambulance to take him to the hospital or could I get there asap...I whizzed around the house grabbing the car keys, mobile and my purse...my heart was pounding as any Mothers would.
This is were I will go off on a tangent so skip this paragraph if you are in a hurry!
J my beloved DS2 has a habit of wanting to be in control of life....not just his life but everyone elses too! Its part and parcel of his ASD and forms a huge part of his character....sometimes I could scream at him for having the need to control my every move....but I understand that he needs routine and control to be able to feel safe in this crazy world we live in.
One way J has ultimate control over me is when he hides my keys. Hidden keys mean Mom cant escape the house and go off "swanning around" during the day whilst he is stuck at boring school. Mom has gotten wise to this and has three sets of car keys hidden out of J's view and reach....well she thought she did...silly old me. I should know better.
J had left the car keys on their rings and all was well....well it would have been if he hadnt removed the garage key from each and every key ring in the house!! I could drive my car if only I could get to the blooming thing as it was safely hidden away behind locked garage doors!
I ended up having to get a neighbour to crow bar the lock off the garage door!
Tangent over....I eventually got to Bobs and the poor mite was in a mess.
He has cracked his collar bone, broken his arm and dislocated his thumb....all in the name of Rugby! The silly thing is that he wasnt in a head on tackle....he wasnt messed up in the scrum....nope....he slipped on some mud whilst running to score a try!
He's all plastered up and feeling sore and needs Mommy cuddles. Im just so glad he didnt have to have a GA to reset his thumb....he managed with gas and air and it " bloody hurt".
I guess you could say we are getting our monies worth from the NHS!
I hate blogger....it wont let me load any piccies argggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!