As did a lot of the country - we got our first "big" snow. When our alarm goes off in the morning, we have a routine. TBW takes Ellie outside to go to the bathroom, and then I take the bigger boys out and then I pack the lunches for us and feed them. Today, TBW came in, snow all over, holding her arm. She had slipped on the driveway and landed on her arm. So, like Laverne and Shirley, we got her dressed. Me helping her put her pants on, combing her hair and putting on her makeup. She normally takes the boys to "daycare" (that would be our friend David, who keeps them during the day) since it is on her way to work. We barely got her coat on (because heaven forbid she be "late" for work) and her arm was hurting and it was starting to swell...
Luckily, she works in the building adjoined to the hospital. She just got back to her desk. Her wrist bone is cracked. Her wrist is in a soft cast and she has to go to the orthopedic in 5 days. They said it would take about 6-8 weeks to heal. She said she is in pain. I bet she is. Knowing her, she will put her full day in and won't miss a beat.
D2 had a basketball scrimmage last night. It is going to be a long season. Oh the teenage years. I was so happy I wasn't coaching them. Every mistake they made, they giggled about it. Everything was funny. As a coach, that would drive me nuts. They are just not an overly athletic bunch of girls. Luckily, the boys from their class, that practice after them, didn't come inside to watch, or I am sure the antics would have been bigger than what they were.
Prior to leaving for the scrimmage, I gave D2 the five minute warning. (She moves at her own pace, and when you end up being late, it is always because of me :)) She spouted something in a "tone" back to me. When it was time to leave, she mumbled that she would be waiting in the car. Two minutes later, she stomped back in and said the doors were locked. (My side was open, she just had to flip the unlock button - but I am sure that would have not added to her drama-fest). TBW said if she were her daughter, she'd be sitting in the car for a while, missing her practice. While I agree that she shouldn't talk to me that way, doing that was a little extreme. Esepecially for me. I am all for developing a back bone, but let's not go to the extremes!
About a 1/2 hour into the scrimmage, the red-faced D2, who was sitting against the wall with other girls who weren't playing at the time, loudly said, "Get my water." No "please"..., no warmth in her voice..., and definately a lot of attitude. I was talking to an old neighbor and friend, and I asked her if she thought I should get it. She said, "I wouldn't if I were you." So I sat there, and D2 just looked incredulous. It was kinda fun.
After the game, she was ready to go. Now, I didn't realize until later, but she probably doesn't want any of the boys to see how she looks after practice, but I was saying good bye to the other parents - she came back in and was ready to go! When we got in the car - she let loose. I let her rant for about a mile and then I had had enough. I lectured for a while and then we drove in silence the rest of the way home. She eventually surfaced around 9:30 for dinner - fixing herself a nice bowl of cereal. Not saying a word to me. At ten, when I was ready to go upstairs, she asked if I would "help her get her bath ready". This was her way of breaking the silence and letting me know she was ready to move on. I got the water going, added the bubbles, and kissed her forehead. I told her to come get me when she was ready for bed and I would tuck her in.
Sometimes, you just have to vent.
Sometimes, you just need a bubble bath.
Fortunately, you always need your Mom.
Sometimes, you get hurt.
Somefimes, you are in pain.
Fortunately, as long as I live, I will always be here to take care of you.
Luckily, she works in the building adjoined to the hospital. She just got back to her desk. Her wrist bone is cracked. Her wrist is in a soft cast and she has to go to the orthopedic in 5 days. They said it would take about 6-8 weeks to heal. She said she is in pain. I bet she is. Knowing her, she will put her full day in and won't miss a beat.
D2 had a basketball scrimmage last night. It is going to be a long season. Oh the teenage years. I was so happy I wasn't coaching them. Every mistake they made, they giggled about it. Everything was funny. As a coach, that would drive me nuts. They are just not an overly athletic bunch of girls. Luckily, the boys from their class, that practice after them, didn't come inside to watch, or I am sure the antics would have been bigger than what they were.
Prior to leaving for the scrimmage, I gave D2 the five minute warning. (She moves at her own pace, and when you end up being late, it is always because of me :)) She spouted something in a "tone" back to me. When it was time to leave, she mumbled that she would be waiting in the car. Two minutes later, she stomped back in and said the doors were locked. (My side was open, she just had to flip the unlock button - but I am sure that would have not added to her drama-fest). TBW said if she were her daughter, she'd be sitting in the car for a while, missing her practice. While I agree that she shouldn't talk to me that way, doing that was a little extreme. Esepecially for me. I am all for developing a back bone, but let's not go to the extremes!
About a 1/2 hour into the scrimmage, the red-faced D2, who was sitting against the wall with other girls who weren't playing at the time, loudly said, "Get my water." No "please"..., no warmth in her voice..., and definately a lot of attitude. I was talking to an old neighbor and friend, and I asked her if she thought I should get it. She said, "I wouldn't if I were you." So I sat there, and D2 just looked incredulous. It was kinda fun.
After the game, she was ready to go. Now, I didn't realize until later, but she probably doesn't want any of the boys to see how she looks after practice, but I was saying good bye to the other parents - she came back in and was ready to go! When we got in the car - she let loose. I let her rant for about a mile and then I had had enough. I lectured for a while and then we drove in silence the rest of the way home. She eventually surfaced around 9:30 for dinner - fixing herself a nice bowl of cereal. Not saying a word to me. At ten, when I was ready to go upstairs, she asked if I would "help her get her bath ready". This was her way of breaking the silence and letting me know she was ready to move on. I got the water going, added the bubbles, and kissed her forehead. I told her to come get me when she was ready for bed and I would tuck her in.
Sometimes, you just have to vent.
Sometimes, you just need a bubble bath.
Fortunately, you always need your Mom.
Sometimes, you get hurt.
Somefimes, you are in pain.
Fortunately, as long as I live, I will always be here to take care of you.
2 comments:
Wow, those teenage girls are all the same aren't they???
I sure hope TBW's wrist gets better... I broke my hand a couple years ago and I know it is very painful!!!
I am dying over here wanting to know the rest of your story!
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