Waiting For D.H.S.

He has fractured the radius and the ulna on THE OTHER ARM!!!!
How the hell does that happen???
He has been out of plaster for 1 WEEK!!!
I would understand if it was the same arm as the break is still to harden.
And how do you trip over in grass and break both bones???
Falling down stairs, jumping off the balcony, riding a bike, all understandable ways to break your arm. Running in your grandparents back garden is not.
By the way he has plaster from hand to shoulder once again.
FUUUCK!!

Bugger!!!!

This weekend Surfer Boy took the kids down to the beach house while I worked at the shop.

The kids have had a ball playing with their cousins and Surfer Boy has been competing in the Boardriders comp, while I have, of course, spent a lovely 2 days watching DVDs, having the girls over and generally feeling 10 years younger. That was until 10 minutes ago!

You may remember I posted about Moondoggie breaking his arm. We went and had the plaster removed the day before the holidays which was perfect timing, and after 6 weeks he has been relishing having the use of both arms again.

Surfer Boy has just rung me to say they are on their way home but... they have stopped off at Geelong Hospital because he thinks Moondoggie may have broken his arm again!!!!!

Pardon my language in advance but ...FUUUCK!!!

Stay tuned...

My Brave Boy

It was my little Moondoggie's first day of 3 year old kinder today but instead of tripping off to meet all his new buddies he spent the day here......

Because he did this.... (warning - this is a little off) (LEFT arm for those of you who completely missed it)

Due the the random nature of the universe Moondoggie launched himself from the 3rd step of the bunk ladder in a bid to defeat the enemy of all Power Rangers and instead of landing with a flourish as he has done a

dozen times before, he landed with a snap!

Needless to say he did not make it to kinder today.

Although 24 hours spent in emergency at a public hospital is hideous it has provided me with enough musing to write posts until Easter. Until tomorrow .... this wrung-out mother is off to bed with a hot cuppa and to have the cry I have been saving up since yesterday morning at 8.15am!