That’s right . . . you heard me!  There are certain children in this household that feel that spring break is the perfect opportunity to try to dismember themselves or otherwise disrupt the household in crazy and un-fun ways!  And not all of the “offending” children are in the “school-attending” age group either! 

It all began with little bumps and bruises at the beginning of the week, not too out of the ordinary with 2 year olds and a boy learning to skateboard.  Tater did a faceplant trying to skateboard on the basketball court on Monday (what else would one do on a basketball court?). 

Tuesday morning met with Monkey burning his little hand (not too badly, but enough to cause him major pain and bring the entire rest of the day to a halt).  One of the older boys ended up having a physical issue that day too and the two middlest boys went to visit my mom for the night. 

The next day Monkey decided to bump his head, once at my parent’s house (while switching out the middlest two boys for the oldest two boys LOL) and then again when we got home.  It was the oddest thing, he kept tripping over things and somehow ended up bumping the top of his head.  It’s a nice little bruise today after plenty of icing yesterday.

That brings us to today, all was going well, no injuries, no tripping, no accidents.  Went to pick up the oldest two from my parent’s house, ran a few errands, grabbed lunch (major treat for the kids since it was fast food  :?  ), came home and put the twins down for their nap (which of course they then proceeded to both stinkify their diapers as soon as I walked out of the room and then they took their good sweet time getting to sleep . . . oh, about an hour).  But all was fine.  The “big” three were playing outside.  The “little” three were napping.  All was quiet. . . . .

Suddenly I heard crying, Tater came in the room holding his hands . . . crying, panicking.  He never cries out loud. Ever (he cries, he just doesn’t make any noise - VERY pathetic). He also WILL NOT TALK when upset.  Or show you or anything!  GRRR!  One has to handle a situation like this carefully with him, you also have to try to assess it as you would a very small child since as mentioned earlier HE WILL NOT TALK!  This is his thing.  That and sneaking - super sneaking and not talking kind of go hand in hand. 

Speaking of hands, I had already figured out that he had somehow cut himself, but on what, with what, why and how.  My children NEVER touch knives, they have taken turns sneaking a lot of things and they definitely have their moments of being naughty, but touching knives is NOT one of the things they do. EVER!  CJ is 12, helps me cook all the time, but rarely even now gets to use knives.  There is a reason. Yup. I had a reputation for cutting myself with knives when cooking.  NO KNIVES. 

His thumb had a nice gash in it . . . what to do???  Take him to the clinic?  They’d just glue it.  That’s all they do anymore.  Glue, glue, glue (even the things that are too deep to be glued, but we won’t go there and revisit a nightmare *twice*).   These are times that one would rather not have to figure it all out on their own, but inevitably these things always seem to happen when Daddy’s at work.  This was definitely topping off the week (don’t remind me that it’s only Thursday - I’m in denial!). 

He is fine, his thumb is glued (but I didn’t pay $100 for walk-in-doc down the road to do it - I did it - yes with the real stuff - I mentioned a nightmare, there’s a reason we have it on hand, it doesn’t last as long as it needs to).  He’s confined to the great indoors (haha), more specifically within my sight on the couch.  He was trying to cut a stick.  With a steak knife.  This all finally came out later, long after he was cleaned up and stuck back together, much prodding and patience later.

I asked him, “So, do you think that was a good idea?”.  Him, “No.”  Well, that’s something anyway . . . right?

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