The Great Garage Clean-up and ER Visit

Every weekend for many many months, we talk about cleaning out the garage but we always seemed to find some excuse! It was either too cold, too hot, raining, too many activities already on schedule, or Todd was working or something! Finally, we said FOR REAL! we are going to do it! Our garage was embarrassing it was such a disaster! We started Saturday morning pulling stuff out and trying to organize what we wanted to keep on the driveway. We filled up the truck and the van with stuff for GoodWill and quickly filled up our trash can, very very quickly. It’s amazing how much literal trash we had stashed here and there, like pizza boxes! I mean, who keeps 14 pizza boxes in their garage? Ok, maybe not 14, but too many I assure you!! Dark came much too quickly Saturday night and we had to put all the keepers back in the garage. Sunday we started again with the same process, pull everything out and try to organize it. More trash and more trips to GoodWill. The twins were discovering toys they never knew they had, Todd and discovered lots of stuff that we had forgotten we had. Chace was conspicuously absent.

It has almost gotten dark, so we decided to pack it up for another day. I had just gotten the veggies and shrimp out to throw on the grill when we heard one of those screams that you just KNOW is bad, it means that somebody is hurt. Todd went outside to see what happened, expecting to find a scraped knee or black eye or something. He comes in carrying Lael with his hand cupped under her chin and blood everywhere. I see the gaping wound and know immediately that we are headed to the ER. Todd takes her to the bathroom to see how bad it is and try to clean a bit of the grit out. Caeden is tagging along behind telling the story of how Lael wrecked her turtle bike, she was going too fast etc. Todd is so much better at that kind of thing than me, so I go to her bedroom to get some clothes, because she is wearing her swimsuit still and I didn’t know how long we would have to wait in the ER. We get her clothes changed and I grab a book and some crayons and paper and off we go. We get there and it’s not terribly crowded, yay! They get her to a room and the doctor comes in and says yes, she needs stitches. of course she does!! we knew that! The doctor tells her she needs about 3, but they won’t hurt. He did say that the shot to deaden the area will hurt a little. He has me hold her hands and Todd her feet, I suppose to keep her from flailing and wiggling but she did not move a muscle. The only movement was the big crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks! We got her stitched up and then went to Hardees to get the milkshake Todd promised her.



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