Can we say DRAMA?

Our family loves us some drama. It comes in all different flavors at the Walton household. Let's see.....lets start with a trip to the Doc in the Box (or in medical terms CareNow). It had been cold and I was really wanting some yummy hot cocoa and coffee mixed together with steamed milk and whipped cream. Sound yummy? It is!

Anyway, I was warming the milk in the microwave. Glass broke....placed in trash...never thought about it again. Cut to the next morning, literally. Ryan takes the trash out and the bag falls off the dolly. Of course, it was the exact trash bag with the broken glass and of course he had to pick it up right where the glass was. Cut to him coming in the house, he says to Sam, "go get mommy". I walk out and he says, "I am going to need stitches". I said "is it that bad?" Ryan "Yes, it is bad". Race to the Carenow where he got a whopping 8 sticthes in a lovely blue thread. Three shots to numb it and his fat pad poking out the cut to boot. Can we say eeeewwwwwww?

Sam had ended up staying home that morning and am I glad. Ryan went to work about lunchtime and one of the little boys used the potty. It had not been flushing well and the plunger was not cutting it so I shut the door and locked it. Potty was off limits. I go to the office and am in there about 5 - 10 minutes when Sam yells that water is all over the floor. What??? I run out and water is already at the barstools in the kitchen and completely in the laundry room. Now, this is bad because the stinkin' door is locked!!! Sam runs and gets a screwdriver to open it and I go in, turn off the water and feel the poopie/peepie water creep into the mesh of my tennis shoes. Can we say eeeeeewwwwww again???

Thankfully, the toilet is next to the garage door and I just swept that water right on out. Kind of like washing the gray right out of my hair. No? Ok, not really. It was a chore but the cutest was Ben and Hayes. I yelled, i need towels from my bathroom get me towels. They ran like the wind squealing all the way. It was big happenings for the them.

That night, Ryan (bummed finger and all) took the toilet off the floor and discovered.....wait for it......wait for it......a home depot toy screwdriver. Lucky screwdriver had apparently had not visited with the other toys to figure out that Mr. Thomas the Train had the same fate a year or so ago. Poor Mr. Screwdriver - can you image what he must have seen? Then, to top it off, he got dumped into a stinky trash to live out his plastic little life in a dump in Arlington, Texas?

Suffice it to say, that was plenty of drama for this mama for a long time!!!!!


Just a side note - Hayes does not like Ryan's "big, purple, wrapped up thumb". He does not want it touching him, he does not want it looking at him, he wants to see it from afar. And he really likes to talk about it and look at it. As long as it is not touching him, he is good.