This is what most of our week has looked like.
These three monkeys had camp during the day all week. Monday went beautifully- my oldest passed the swim test after many, many attempts last summer. She was so excited to spend the rest of the summer on the waterslide.
On Tuesday, everything shifted. My phone started ringing that afternoon and I saw “The Arena Club” on the call ID. I took a moment to compose myself before answering. The youngest was probably in trouble (again). Was she being kicked out? Did I really have to come pick her up this close to the end of the day, or is this more of a “you need to be aware of what she’s doing” call?
I was completely wrong.
Turns out my oldest missed while trying to catch a ball and they wanted me to take her to an Urgent Care to get checked out.
I picked her up, and decided she looked fine. We’ve been through this before- when she went sledding on the ice and crashed down the basement steps over the winter, she wouldn’t put weight on her foot so I finally took her in to get checked out. We had a $100 copay just to be told “Yeah, she’s fine, it’s just sore. Give it another week.” This was going to be more of the same, I just knew it.
Still- the staff was pretty insistent I get her checked out. They even offered to let my other two stay in after care so I wouldn’t have to bring them all with me.
Fine. Fine. I’ll suck up the $100 copay (thank goodness for the HSA) and take her. I looked at her wrist again- it looked fine to me. She was probably just being dramatic.
Except this time she wasn’t.
The doctor came into the examination room after her X-Rays, and I braced myself for the inevitable. The “she’s fine, thanks for your money, she just needs rest” speech. Instead he started talking about fractures and orthopedic doctors and casts.
Broken? After I spent all this time thinking she needs to just suck it up, buttercup?
Clearly I have absolutely zero ability to differentiate between “she’s fine” and “needs medical attention.” Thank goodness the Arena Club staff is better trained than I am.
I’m ready to accept my Mother of the Year award.
So this photo above has been the rest of our week. The littlest is so exhausted she falls asleep on the drive home from camp. A few nights she’s slept through dinner and I just transfer her to bed, where she slept straight through till morning. The oldest is bored out of her skull because she’s not allowed to do any of the things she likes to do (trampoline, bikes, scooters, etc) so she’s taken to watching Chopped marathons on Food Network. The middle guy has lobbied for extra DS time because his sister is watching TV so clearly he needs screen time as well to be fair.
Here’s the rest of the week- full stories are on instagram.