Shake, Rattle and Roll...

Every couple of weeks, God likes to hit me with a kick you in your a** kind of day. And today was that day, my friends.
It started out with a playdate for Lucy - a little girlfriend from her preschool. Lucy is struggling with sharing toys with girls her age, on her own turf. Interestingly, she's sweet as pie with 5 year old girls. With boys, she is just fine. It just seems to be girls she views as her "peer." She gets all "hell no" about her toys and likes to remind the girl, "You can't take that home."
"O.k. Lucy...they get it. Keep it moving."
It gets pretty frustrating and exhausting, to say the least. A few hours of lovely playtime later, I was pretty much ready to pull my hair out. The lovely "break" I expected while Tommy napped and the girls played gleefully in the basement um, never happened. So that left me whooped to begin with. Little did I know my day had just begun...
I get a call from Matt in a panic..."I'm driving to the hospital! My leg wound popped open and I am bleeding through my pants into the car!" To back up a bit, his water-skiing leg injury from the 4th of July vacation is still healing. The muscles are getting much, much stronger but the actual thigh wound didn't seem to want to heal. Until today, when it busted through and decided to relieve the pressure...in a dramatic way. One hour later, I've got kids at the neighbors, a mother n law on her way over from the other side of the state, and I'm sitting in the surgical waiting room, waiting for Matt to get out of surgery.
When all is said and done, he is in great shape. They cleaned out the area, removed the wound completely, and he should heal and be moving on much more quickly. Just a bit more drama than I needed on a random Monday.
I have to say - I have learned to roll with the punches much more these days. Things are a bit unpredictable and nutty with kids in general, and if you throw in a few surprises, you just gotta roll. I didn't used to roll real well, but I'm getting better. It was a rough day for the entire household, but it's almost over. Oh, except for Tommy who loved every minute of the crazy day and exploring the neighbor's house. And now, at 8 p.m. I shall finally shower for the first time today. Ridiculous...