If You Break Your Leg...

...you're going to work anyway.

Those were the words I said as my husband decided to play basketball with two friends. At the age of 30. In flip flops. At night. With no lights. I, being the responsible adult that I am was sitting with two girlfriends. In a chair. Watching my child play with his cousin, Brannon. Running my mouth. :)

It was about two hours later that Ben's uncle said, "We've got a problem. Ben hurt his ankle." I honestly thought he was kidding due to my earlier statement and then Ben came hobbling over with an ankle the size of a grapefruit.

Don't believe me?? Check this out.

Maybe the size of an orange, but you get my point.

My husband says I'm the most unsympathetic person in the world and that may be true, but all I was thinking is, "I don't have time for this - not this week!" and "He's not going to be able to go back to work."

I know - totally loving and concerned:) After a trip to the ER, we have been told that it's just a really bad sprain (although SEVERAL self-proclaimed doctors have found that difficult to believe). Ben is on crutches for a few weeks. He should be able to go back to work on time. But, I didn't really have time for this:)

So, it was going to be a crazy week anyway and it's just been a little crazier than crazy. Par for the course around here. I gave a shower for my cousin on Sunday which meant deep cleaning my house on Saturday... with a LOT of help from my Mom and Dad. Then, about 50 people in my house on Sunday and a crippled husband. But it was a nice time and I have found that the world will not fall down around me if things don't go exactly according to plan and have been able to remain somewhat sane throughout all the crazy around me:)

Helping with the positive attitude is the fact that Jack started his new preschool today. He did GREAT! I've known his teacher forever, but Jack didn't know her. She called me Sunday and left me a message that said, "You have such a precious child. I'm looking forward to this year with him. Thank you so much for entrusting your child to me this year!" Oh yes, W.E. H.E.A.R.T. H.E.R!!! She met us at the car this morning and Jack went right inside with her.

She said he had a good day. Jack's not much of a talker about his day. He just doesn't care to give that information to anyone. After much questioning, he did finally say that he played the bongos at school. I thought that sounded fun until he told me that Ms. Helen told him to stop. I'm assuming that wasn't an approved activity. Then, he told me that he sat up on his chair when he was supposed to be sitting on the floor and she told him to get down. And he said he ate his snack. Sounds like a good day to me:)

Anyway, after all the crazy, it's been a good week. Good things have happened. I got to spend sweet time with old friends this week. My child did better than we ever hoped for at school today. My house got cleaned really well. Good things happened. And while I'll watch what I say from now on, I have learned that if you break your leg.... life goes on and I like my crazy life.