Today has started off monumentally shitty. I'll spare you the minutiae of my angst, but, let's say it's only 8:30 am and the easiest part was when Busy Boy lost my car keys this morning.
We obviously survived the slumber party. The girls had a good time, though one went home at midnight for reasons kind of unknown to the adults, I think she was just tired.
There was also a small incident when they were apparently making prank phone calls to other (male) classmates, and, they came bounding down the stairs with a number for me to call because the mother of one of the victims was leaving messages on the cell phone of the perpetrator.
I had no idea who these people were, which was strange since the school isn't all that big. Anyway, I called to apologize and this lady was un-glued. She laid into me about how her children aren't permitted to "make harassing phone calls", blah, blah, blah.
I continued to apologize anyway, and, I'm sure she was most impressed at the part where I inadvertently hung up on her in the middle of her rant.
I should have told her that I was puzzled because my kids are permitted to make harassing phone calls. I guess she thought I knew they were doing it, and I was giving them pointers or something. However, I will say I'm going to change my cell phone service to whatever the kid has because our cell phones sure don't work at our house.
Oh, I forgot to tell you about the drama at Busy Boy's football game on Saturday morning. A kid on his team was tackled from behind on a 40 yard run and went down hard. He started screaming and yelling and wasn't getting up. And, yeah, it was about 2 feet from me.
Now, while I am a nurse, I'm not one of those people who goes bounding into an injury scene yelling, "I'm a NURSE!" But, since the entire sideline was standing there slack jawed (the coaches were on the way) I looked around and realized that I had better go be a nurse.
A doctor came over, too, and we looked at each other because we knew he had broken his femur and there wasn't a whole lot we could do but call the ambulance.
I splinted it with an umbrella and we waited for the ambulance to arrive, they had a tough time because of a construction traffic jam. (Yes, other medical personnel readers, we did assess other injuries and check pulses and all that good stuff, I just wasn't going to write that on here). The child is OK, but, he'll have along recovery ahead of him. He had surgery yesterday and I may go by to see him later today.
Anyway, once I realized he was going to be OK, my biggest problem was that I was exposing my underwear to the free world because the last pair in the drawer that morning weren't low slung enough for the jeans I was wearing.
I had decided to take my chances because I thought I would be standing or sitting in my chair the whole time. And, well, you can't hold traction on a broken leg while sitting in a chair and I didn't have a free hand to remedy my back view.
You don't have to thank me for that visual on Monday morning.
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Another reason not to let our 11 year old have that cell phone she's craving!
Speaking of cell phones, let's hope the fans weren't using their camera phones to take pictures of you helping the injured boy, or you may have an unwanted illustration for this entry.
Given the choice of Nurse Big Undies over possible Plumber's Crack, let's just be thankful we went with the big undies.
Blessing in disguise, I say. (so to speak!)
No, no, no. You don't hang up when the other person is talking. You hang up in the middle of YOUR spiel. That way it seems like you are cut off and "oh-you-did-not just hang up on me" may never enter their small minds.
Works for me.
That boy's mother needs to lighten up, it was a harmless phone call. We used to go and TP people's houses which started the TP wars....none of the parents got involved because they knew it was just harmless fun.
you splinted a leg with an umbrella?? I want you around when I break a bone!
I see London. I see France. I see Busy Mom's underpants!
Sorry. I couldn't resist!
Wow, I'm not a "rush in from the sidelines" action hero either. But I would sure hope there was somebody like you there if something ever happened to me or a loved one! And I wouldn't care about visible panty line issues, I promise.
Sorry it's been so stressful. The week has to get better!
I doubt anyone even noticed. They were too busy looking at the kid with the broken leg
I'd blog more if I had weekends like that... and I'm sure glad I don't! Apropos of your Monday, do you know the band Trout Fishing in America? They've got a funny song about the baby getting the car keys called, appropriately enough, "Baby's Got the Car Keys." I know you're probably sick of kid's music, but if not, it's worth a listen. (We got the album and even went to a concert way before we even had kids, if that tells you anything...)
Okay, so YOUR Monday started off badly, but did you back into your son's car that was parked behind you in the driveway? THAT's how my Monday started out. Not only didn't I notice it was there, but Youngest-son (nine-year-old-almost-genius-child) didn't notice it either. Hmmm, should that make me feel better or worse?
ROFL!!!!!
I'm with sherrypg - hang up while YOU'RE talking. Works every time.
Busy Mom to the rescue! Nevermind the soccer mom butt crack. ;)
Glad to know I'm not the only one who has about 5 pair of low slung pants and only one pair of low slung panties, and they are usually in the hamper because we live out of the dryer.
As for the nurse thing, when something happens I look around and say, "I work at a bank."
Good luck on the flaudit.
OMG that *other* mother is a freak.
I admit I never would have called her. Either I'm so far above that crap that I don't 'have time' to mess with the pranks of children... or I just hate confrontation with other parents. Hmmmm. Which is it? LOL.
Either way, I've been on the receiving end of MIDNIGHT phone calls to our home by 12 year girls at slumber parties... brazen little hussies that they were demanding I wake up my son because they want to 'talk to him!'. Although I wanted to rip their heads off... errr, I mean "call their mothers" did I? Nooooo I just *69'd the number and then reverse looked it up online to find out who they were for future reference. LOL. I did NOT call and go ballastic on the girls parents though.
I'm SURE the parents DID NOT EVEN KNOW THEY WERE CALLING.
Too bad your freak-mom didn't figure that one out on her own? LOL.
LMFAO! (RE:YA!)
like the suggestion to click off in the middle of YOUR spiel! - great idea!
anyway, loved hearing about the slumber party and cell-phone stuff! too funny and truly made me smile which is hard to do on Mondays!
I won't thank you for the visual. I will, however, thank you for the laugh. Every Monday should start with a laugh.
Any one of us would have exposed our underwear to help out. Don't feel bad. But why no pictures? I know, my bad!!!
A boy who is a friend of my daughter broke his femur this summer when trying to do a bike trick. I saw him at Mass on Sunday and he is still using a crutch. And I didn't know you were a nurse!!! That's like being a part of the brotherhood/sisterhood of cops! You're elite!!
Anyone who was even trying to get a glimpse of your rear end as you applied traction should have their own ass hauled out and whooped. You're a saint. My husband won't stop for accidents anymore, not since the time we stopped for a traffic accident and I almost got mowed down myself while trying to help out.
Anyone who was even trying to get a glimpse of your rear end as you applied traction should have their own ass hauled out and whooped. You're a saint. My husband won't stop for accidents anymore, not since the time we stopped for a traffic accident and I almost got mowed down myself while trying to help out.
You splinted it with an umbrella? Wow, you're like MacGyver nurse! What can you do with duct tape? :)
Well, it was my son with the broken leg and I didn't notice your undies, but I can always check the game video!! Thank you for being a nurse and for being at busy boys football game. You helped more than you know.