"C. fell down the steps. He might need stitches."
Yep, I got that call yesterday afternoon as I was doing my daily lunch break walk.
I made it home in record time, ignoring the panic filling my chest. Have you ever seen a home improvement show where they use spray insulation? It's sprayed onto the walls of the attic or wherever and as soon as it hits the walls it puffs up? I felt like someone was filling my chest with spray foam.
But I held my shit together.
And C. ended up with some surgical glue, steri-strips and NO STITCHES (thank goodness!).
This is the first time I've had to take a kid to urgent care but this won't be the last, I know it. Shoot, Hubs wants the Guys to play hockey so goodness knows there will be accidents on the ice.
At least one of us took a nap on the way home.