Rough Day For Riley

Just when you thought things couldn't get anymore hectic, Jesus jumps on your kid's hand. Okay, so technically Riley was at fault because he didn't get out of the way after his turn at jump rope, but instead laid down on the blacktop in protest- but still. I really didn't need a swollen hand late Tuesday afternoon. Just when I was trying to decide whether or not to go to the Urgent Care to get an x-ray, Dr. Wilkinson called to check on Austin. "Funny you should call now actually . . ." Needless to say we were instructed to bring Riley in this fine day should the swelling in his hand not go down. So . . . at 10 minutes to 10 for an appointment at 10 in Laguna Hills we rushed out the door. We would have left sooner, but Caden decided to throw up his entire breakfast and bottle on Trisha, our nanny. God love him. It just kept coming. I couldn't stop laughing and ended up peeing in my pants- Trisha's face was classic as we both struggled not to puke. I took Caden, gave Trisha a towel to shower off, and quickly cleaned up the mess. And off we went.
Caden, Riley and I made it to the office in one piece. The nurses, noticing our frequent visitation schedule this week just laughed. Dr. Wilkinson took one look at the hand and said, "Yep. That's pretty swollen and probably broken." "Bummer. I was kind of hoping for swollen and badly bruised . . ." And down for the
x-rays we went then back to the office to await the verdict. "Not broken. We'll splint it until the swelling goes down  . . ." Super.
Back home.  Drop off Caden (though not before he pukes the entire pedialyte bottle in Michaela's car seat at the McDonald's drive through). And off to Riley's dentist. For the 1st time under Nitrous (and hopefully the last). Little chips filled. Off to Toys-R-Us. Yes I bribed him.
Home for the evening routine. Crabby- overtired kids, dinner, bath, bottles, bed, a load of laundry. Riley- game, books, prayers, bed. Casey shaking me awake, a little computer time, now off to clean the bathrooms. I think I'm ready for work . . .