Our re-entry into everyday life was SO GREAT for a good … thirty-six hours or so. I’ve been writing here for, what? Almost eight years? I KNOW that if you write about how great everything is, Murphy comes along and smacks you upside the head. AND YET. I keep doing it because I’m an eternal optimist. Or a slow learner. The jury’s still out on that one.
As I mentioned the other day, Nathan hurt his collarbone (again) last week and it was pronounced to be injured, but not broken. He’s been a bit sore, but had pretty great use of his arm. On Tuesday morning, I walked Emily to her classroom and then had a call from the school office because Nathan was there and needed me. He has slipped on a snow hill (or jumped off)(He says he was being careful)(His cousin said he jumped) and his face was full of tears and his arm was in a sling. Again. So we drove to the ER. Again.
Long story short, he has a ‘buckle fracture.’ The bone isn’t broken into two pieces, thankfully, but it’s definitely wounded. And bent. And is going to be the greatest source of conflict with this child whom we never have conflict with. He loves to RUN and to JUMP and to CLIMB and to KICK and to SHOOT and oh, my. His love of activity and lack of fear when being active is exactly the reason for this injury and is also exactly the reason that it will be nothing short of a miracle if we can get him to be still enough to heal. In the meantime, the rest of us want to make the most of our season passes at the ski hill and while I feel like a bit of an arse about being irritated about it, because it is a high end first world problem, Tuesday threw me for a loop.
We took the two weeks that the kids had for Christmas break to disconnect, to recharge, and to just step away. We came back, ready to tackle the every day. The thing is, the every day kind of piled up when we were gone and I had planned to spend Tuesday taking a good chunk out of the pile that awaited us upon our return. Spending the morning in the ER wasn’t in my plan, nor was the Snowmageddon that we have been bombarded with. It’s been snowing here for days and days and DAYS and we aren’t used to this amount of snow. (Yes, we live in Canada.)(It’s a big country, and our area is a desert. We get some snow, but not like the prairies.) Our van has studded winter tires to deal with the snow that we do get but they were no match for the wet snow we encountered on Tuesday afternoon. After three tries, I made it halfway up our drive and waved the white flag. The kids and I walked the rest of the way and Matthew spent hours plowing the drive and digging out our van.
(He’s spent hours plowing for four days straight. On top of working and hanging out with us and life. He is my hero.)
Speaking of the snow, can we talk about how many people CANNOT DRIVE IN THE SNOW? People need to slow down, to take their time, and not TAILGATE you when you’re driving at a reasonable speed. I heard so many sirens on Tuesday, and I know that some were for valid reasons. I also know (and have witnessed) that there are some really stupid drivers out there. The snow just highlights it.
On top of all of the above, Emily woke up in the middle of the night yesterday with her “fever cough” as she calls it. Ever since she had Croup as a toddler, her cough turns into the barking version, usually at 4 a.m. She’s so sweet about it all, but cuddling with my extremely tall child in a single bed so at least her other parent gets to sleep isn’t exactly restful.
Graham is still healthy (though now that I typed that, he’s DOOMED), but he’s “lost” two pairs of snow pants at school this year so far. By “lost” I mean, “some kid took them and the parents never returned them.” We’re dealing with snow that is knee-deep and he wore them to school on Tuesday and at both recess and lunch that day and then after school … POOF. They didn’t show up on Wednesday, so he was stuck wearing a pair of snow pants that are a size too small and HELLO, PARENTS. Take a few minutes to take inventory and send back what isn’t yours.
Things could be worse, yes, but things could be better. I’ve been due for a rant and so there you go. Feel free to rage below if you’d like, because it really does feel great every once in awhile.