FRI: We sign our paperwork.
MON: No keys to the house. Supposed to be any day now. I have the week off work, but decide to work anyway because I’m not holding my breath.
TUES: Hope to get keys. Start cleaning apartment. Daycare calls… Ash is puking. Has the flu. No keys.
WEDS: Ash is better. Take him to work for video shoot. He thought it was funny and tried to mimic the little girl we had acting in the video. KEYS!!!
THURS: Prep the house for painting. I get the flu… start puking. Leave my poor mom and brother to keep working while I go home and puke all night. They start sanding the bathroom walls (textured like a ceiling… who does that?), even though I said it would take too long and they shouldn’t.
FRI: Pick paint colors… what a pain. SAND… PRIME… PAINT… forever. Bathroom is a sandy mess.
SAT: More painting. Brandon spends all day in the Bathroom. Friends and family and even new neighbors help us move everything. We are grateful for all the help!!! I pick Ash up at Rachie’s house and he is upset. Take him home. Doesn’t want me to touch or move him. Decide all is not well and take him to Primary Children’s around 7 (probably scaring the crap out of Brandon… who is still working on the freaking bathroom). Primary’s is a mess… 15-20 kids… all coughing and hacking… germs everywhere. (DON'T WORRY NATALIE... I also used my own pen to sign him in... but they didn't even look at me funny cause it was disgusting in there.)
They finally get him in and think it’s his stomach… Tom swears it’s his clavicle because he felt all the bones and that is where he jumps the most.
We call poor Rachie (who is really worried about Ash) and she confirms he slipped on the floor during the day, but got right back up and didn’t even cry. Just kept going, until after his nap… then the pain set in. Not your fault Rach… could have happened anywhere. That’s what happens when you have a little tough guy.
After the practitioner comes in and out 3 times and finally brings a full doc in, the doc looks and Ash and says “yeah… broken clavicle, you can see it right here.”
Xrays confirm it.
12:30AM SUN: Ash is sent home with some Tylenol and a wrap to hold his arm into place. We are exhausted... you can tell by Ash's face:
Brandon is just barely leaving the house… has spent all night finishing bathroom. Elissa also helped and moved everything into place. These two SAVED us. We walk into an actual living room and bed that is made. Hallelujah.
SUN: Sleep through call from guys delivering fridge… PANIC… finally get a hold of them. They will still deliver. Crisis diverted.
That’s so far… we’ll see how this plays out.
I think I might never move again.
UPDATE: As of Tuesday the house is coming together... lots to put away still, but it actually looks like a house now! The plumber has been here for three days and hopefully today will be the last...
3 comments:
Poor Kid! He has had the worst stuff happen to him. I think with all four of my monkeys combined, they still haven't had all the fun stuff Ash has. He is such a cute Cherub. I hope you all feel better soon!
What a tough guy to just put up with the pain all day! That x-ray makes me so sad. :( I hope he's feeling better! He's such a cutie!
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