That Widow

Day 65 and number 4 broke his arm and it’s my grandparents 60th wedding anniversary…yay (read sarcasm).

Boy 4 is a Frank the Tank, he is built like a linebacker and does some crazy things. You would think he would have broken something sooner than his current 3 years of life. He tripped and fell into the baby gate last night and that’s what took him out lol He cried for about 2 minutes and that was it. I was looking at his arm and I’m like mmhmm that large bubble isn’t normal so off to the ER we went. Of course it was 10 minutes before the urgent care closed and had my husband been home I could have just gone there but I had to wait for my in-laws to come sit with the other boys and by that time I had to take him to the ER which always takes a million times longer. 3 hours later it confirmed what I already knew, he broke the humerus at the head but thankful just missed needing surgery. They put him in a hard sling and then gave us an appointment for ortho today. He chose to have a blue cast because Blippi, as if any other color would have been accepted lol. He’s happy and they gave him a sucker so he thinks he’s just the man.

My grandparents get to celebrate 60 years of marriage today and I am green with envy, green is also not a good color on me. I’m sure it will all get more bearable as time goes on but for now, it sucks.

Day 65 and today included a broken bone and a nasty color green.