I've complained about it before, but it's a lot of work to get a family of five organized for any time away. This weekend we're at Grandview Lodge in Brainerd. It's delightful. Everything is beautiful and I love this family. But it's a ton of work to prepare because, well, it's winter. So I need really warm bundling clothes for being outdoors and sleigh rides. I need swimwear for the indoor waterpark. Plus the regular clothes, dress up clothes for the party Saturday night and a few pair of shoes. For five. Oh, and a potluck dish.
And I'm the kind of mom who doesn't like to leave the house a mess to come home to, so it's a lot of work to get out the door. Cory is working today, so most of it fell on my shoulders this morning (to his credit, he helped me with everything I asked him to yesterday. God bless my sweet husband.).
--- I typed up three long paragraphs about how it happened, and then realized it wasn't that interesting. ---
This is the short version: Matty plowed into the corner of a wall at 10:30, half hour before our anticipated leave time, and left a gaping, bloody wound.
It's my first head wound. I didn't know what to do. Cory was in an all-day training. I called our friend Chuck, a paramedic, and then realized that it was Friday, not Saturday and he wouldn't be available to help me. I called Matt, a friend, firefighter and EMT. He didn't answer. After I carried Matty upstairs, Chuck called me back (wonder how frantic my voicemail was...?). He asked me a few questions and urged me to take him in. I decided to err on the side of caution and do just that.
As I was loading the kids up, Matt called me back. He said he didn't have to be at work at the fire station until noon and would head right over. By then I had a new plan and told him I appreciated it, but it wasn't necessary. I already had the bleeding child loaded up and the other two at my inlaws.
Long story short, they didn't have to stitch it, they just put a little Durabond on it - glued it together instead of sewed it - and after tons of blood and even more tears, all was well.
Matt called me a little later saying he planned to have the guys come by in the fire truck to cheer Matty up (we were already enroute to Brainerd). Chuck sent me a message saying to call him anytime - day or night - whenever I needed help. Those guys rock. They make me feel warm and special and loved. To have that kind of support system is amazing and I am grateful for them.
And with three rough boys, I'll probably need them again.