Help, I've fallen and I can't get up......

Well, actually she did. She somehow made it back into the house while everyone was either in the tub or shower.

Mom fell out the back door and broke her foot last night. I received the call just as I had started to dry my hair at the beauty shop. The call itself was pretty interested.

Me: "Hello"

Mom: "Hey I need you to come home and help your dad with the kids because I'm going to the hospital." (Like she's just going for a ride or something.)

I hear my grandmother in the background saying "Tell her WHY you're going to the hospital."

Mom: "Oh, well, I think I broke my foot."

Oh, well, if THAT'S all......

Anyway, so it's safe to say that things have been C-R-A-Z-Y at our house since then.

It was around midnight before she made it home thanks to the quick service at the ER. I mean, it only took them 4 hours to figure out that her foot was broken. Who wouldn't love to sit in an ER for 4 hours while they figure out if you have a broken bone? Isn't that one of the first things you learn in medical school......

"Class, this is a bone. This is a normal bone. This is a broken bone."

Of course that meant that I got school duty this morning for Madyson. Maybe I'm just not as patient as my mother, but I don't believe in reasoning with and trying to give in to a 6 year old's demands. I'm the adult. She's the child. Are there any questions? Good.

We had a meltdown during me brushing her hair, choosing of socks and let's not forget the snack bag. Oh yes, the snack bag. Apparently I know NOTHING about preparing snack. Hey kid, I didn't get this size by not knowing about snacks! Mom writes some type of message on her brown bag with her snack every day and it was COMPLETELY WRONG when I only wrote her name on the bag.

Mom is going to pick up her crutches today. Luckily the medical supply place is near the ABC Beverage store. I told her to go ahead and pick me up a bottle of something. I'm going to need it.


Oh yeah....here's my new hair color.