It’s All Fun and Games…

My intentions of writing every day during the Summer, during my free time, went completely the way of the dodo. Looking back? I believe it would have a little something to do with Bub breaking his arm right before school let out. Le sigh…

Yep, poor kid spent most of the Summer in a cast. And not just one cast either. He had FIVE. Yes, you read that correctly. The Boy Child had FIVE different casts. Seven, if you count the two different temporary ones. Imma just stick with the fiberglass casts though. And it was hard enough keeping that one dry. Because of course we had a camping trip planned. And of course we were camping right next to a creek. And naturally it had to rain. Would you believe my nerves were shot to hell by the end of that trip?! So, cast #1 got wet(think Nub) and of course this couldn’t have happened during office hours so it required a trip to the ER. Now, this first cast was almost to his shoulder so he was pretty pitiful looking. Cast #2 came off and a shorter cast took its place. Cast #3 came off after Bub decided to put a penny AND a fake gem down in whilst at Twilight Camp. We were feeling pretty confident that Cast #4 was gonna be the last one right up until the Doc ordered Cast #5 because the break wasn’t fully healed. At which point I just started to laugh. Being the mama of three boys ain’t for wimps, y’all.

Fast forward two weeks and the cast is removed! Mass celebrations ensue. Vast and complicated Water Wars are plotted and executed. There’s talk of a quick beach trip. Or even just the pool. All those lovely plans went up in smoke the night Nub slammed Dub’s pinky in the door, and (wait for it) broke it. Bonus points to those of you who guessed correctly that of course this took place after office hours requiring the usual trip to the ER. Now this happens to be the same exact pinky that Dub broke last Fall when Bub slammed it in the door. But it’s a different spot. And a different door as well. In the interest of keeping all the facts straight. So we go to our Ortho, the one that I swear I am singlehandedly helping put his children through college, and he gives us the awesome news that he will not have to repair the break by placing pins in the break. Which is awesome news, and also slightly unexpected, because hello…pins? WHAT? I shake off that little freak out just in time to hear him say those six magical words every parent dreads. You can pick out your color. Gah. Another cast. And the end of all our fleeting, last-of-Summer dreams.

It’s been a long Summer, y’all. To say the least. Add in a weekly therapy session for Bub and a new job for the hubs? Pure insanity, y’all. Definitely not how I envisioned spending the last little bit of time we had together before school started. The best laid plans and all that. Them’s the breaks (see what I did there? I got jokes.) when you are the mama of three rough and tumble boys.

You know I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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