Monday, March 19, 2007

It's Winter Again

No more springy weather. It started snowing on Friday morning.

The boys got out of school early. They literally ran home from the bus stop.

Joe spent the day at the airport, only to have his flight cancelled, and eventually his whole trip. (He spent 3 hours on hold Friday night trying to contact the travel agent.)

On Saturday, Joe took the children out to help shovel the sidewalk. Then they played in the snow. It was hard for Spenser to walk, as it was too deep for her and I think her boots were too large for her feet. Poor girl.
Mason and I played "leprechaun." This is Mason's "pot of gold" i.e., gold buttons. He was the leprechaun and I had to chase him for his gold. I chased him right upstairs to his bedroom. When he jumped on his bed, he claimed he was safe. Can the leprechaun really do that?
And Spenser spent most of her weekend eating. And changing her clothes a million gazillion times. When did she become a teenager?

Last night was awful. Some friends from church stopped by, which is always nice. Shortly after they left, I was holding Sawyer on my lap in the family room. Jack came in crying, covering his mouth. It took a minute for me to realize he had thrown up in his hand. I jumped up to open the bathroom door, while getting some on my hand (yuck!). Then I noticed a trail on the carpet. I ran to the laundry room to get a towel. When I noticed a pile on the kitchen floor. Then I heard a thud. Then a loud cry. I ran back into the family room to realize that when I jumped up to open the bathroom door for Jack, I had put Sawyer on the couch ... and he had rolled off. Poor guy. A few minutes later, Joe walks in to announce that he just drilled through a piece of wood and into his finger. He thinks he is going into shock and needs to go to the E.R.

Joe's father took him to the E.R. for me. He came home around 12:30 a.m., with 10 stitches. Joe is going out of town this morning for the rest of the week. Saturday is the boys' pinewood derby. He was trying to finish the boys' cars last night (drilling a hole in the bottom to add lead for weight), so they would be ready for this weekend. That's what he was drilling (Taylor's car) when he decided to drill through his finger. When he came home from the hospital, I heard him drilling again ...

11 comments:

kirsten said...

oh, poor you! today will be better.

i watched a movie last night where the mom said 'All right, everyone in bed- I'm tired of this day, I need a new one.'

i liked that - except i always feel like that at about 4:30 in the afternoon. a bit early? :)

Angela said...

Aw, geez. That's awful. Not a good night. Hope everything is better today!

Katie Jean said...

Wow that sounds like an interesting night. Glad you survived it! I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have touched a drill again after putting one through my finger! Hopefully winter will go away and be nice and springy again.

Nikki said...

Poor Joe. Darn those derby cars!
I hope that Jack is doing better.

Karyn said...

10 stitches??? Wowza! Only a man would go BACK to the drill when he got home.

Alicia A. said...

Yes, a MUCH better day today please.

capello said...

::shaking head, because for once in my life i having nothing to say, other than you should have stock in your favorite alcoholic beverage company, because seriously::

laeroport said...

Yikes! That has got to be it for at least the next week. Right? Right?

beki said...

Oh no, all around!! Big hugs to you :-)

African Kelli said...

Oh Lera. Just reading that post made me light headed. I hope today is much, much better -- snow and canceled flights or not!

Eren said...

Oh nooooo! Man you have had a tough go of it lately. Hope the sickies are gone very soon and you can get back to your regularly scheduled programming.