The guys left home at 7am yesterday morning to head to Cornwall for the day with friends, which left me with the day free and easy to do as I pleased.
After a quick blast around the house tidying up, I pulled out my stash and just as I was about to make my first cut of the day, the phone rang........it was J, in tears :(
He had fallen from the top of one of the 13ft vertical skate ramps and wanted his Mom!!
OMGoodness! I was sooo worried....the drive down to Cornwall would take me two and a half hours....that's two and a half hours to sit and worry whilst battling through the holiday traffic!
Bobs called me to tell me J had knocked himself out but had come round quite quickly - thank goodness he was wearing his helmet because Bobs scared me half to death when he retold the story of how his little bro had decided to free fall through the air!! My guys are such dare devils at times - no wonder I am going grey!
The first aiders at the venue were excellent and J was checked over before being whisked back home by one of the youth workers....we arranged to meet at our local hospital and after a couple of hours wait in A&E we were told J has cracked ribs and muscle bruising to his back and tummy.
He is sore and very grumpy but nothing a gentle cuddle and DVD cant fix :)
Whilst Ive been playing "Nursey" to him today Ive managed a little scrapping
I'm really in a scrappy mood, so am planning to spend the evening "messing".