I don't have enough fingers, though maybe enough fingers + toes, to count how many times we've rushed a kid to the hospital. The after-hours curse strikes again though! I am trying to make dinner, the kids are dancing upstairs/tossing stuff into Eli's tube (He's rolled himself up in the bamboo area carpet) and somehow one of the flying things takes a chunk out of Beau's lip.
Why can't this ever happen around 4 p.m.? The ER is the PITS! I am waiting for Rusty to get home so I can spend the night in a plastic chair with a kids that needs to be entertained. Awesome.
1 comment:
That bites! I've only gone once and wasn't a fan. Hopefully you survived and didn't have to stay for too long.
Post a Comment