How Was My Saturday?

I know I haven't blogged in quite some time now but Ben and I had such an interesting Saturday that I thought it deserved a blog but instead of telling you I thought I'd show you.





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So in case any of you ladies were wondering, even an emergency does not merit a man leaving the Utah BYU game. Well in case you were wondering what the emergency was, Tate slipped and hit his eye on our unfinished stairs splitting his eyelid open. At first I was totally freaking out because as most of you may know cuts on the face always bleed alot so it was all over his face, hands, and shirt. Once it slowed down I was able to think straight and call Ben. I was hoping Ben would race home to help me and his only son but his reply was "Where are you're mom and dad? Can't they help you? And if you can't get a hold of them I bet Phil and Peggy will help you." It was at this point that I realized that under no circumstances was Ben going to consider leaving that stadium. I was on my own and unbeknownst to Ben he would end up paying for that later. Not that knowing would have changed his mind cause it wouldn't have. Luckily my mom and dad came to my rescue. They took the girls to their house so I could take Tate to the ER. I absolutely hate the ER by the way. We have now had to take each one of our kids their. Does anyone else have this problem? Most of the time your there you wait and wait and then wait some more. Waiting is frustrating enough but then some lady decided that it would be a good idea to blare Boot Scootin Boogie and her MP3 player and sing along. I mean I wasn't a big fan when that came out over ten years ago and I have to tell you it hasn't gotten any better with age. I didn't think it could get much worse and then the next song came on. It was the Boot Scootin Boogie again but this time it was the Chipmunk rendition, I kid you not. I'm pretty sure they came up with an invention called earphones in case of instances where you are in a room full of people who all have different music preferences. I mean people are already irritated by being there. Don't add fuel to the fire. When we finally got in we didn't see the doctor forever and then they had to put some numbing medication on it so they wrapped his head with gauze and he couldn't even see. He finally calmed down and fell asleep and then we had to wake him up to get the actual numbing medication. I guess the first is to try to take the edge off of getting the second and here is why. They had to wrap him up like a burrito and then have three of us restrain him to get this done. She took a needle and had to shoot the medicine directly into the wound. To say Tate flipped out is a complete understatement and it did look very painful. Then they cleaned it out and I was finally able to see how deep it was. The actual stitching part was not pleasant either. I mean trying to hold a kid down while he is watching a needle coming at his eye is not easy. The doctor said he has had to get two tetnus shots lately from nurses not being able to hold the kid still. I think I would have been crying if it was one of my girls but Tate was pissed off instead of distraught like they would have been. I actually almost started laughing at one point. He kept yelling,"I'm done. I'm done." He ended up getting four stitches and now thinks it is pretty cool that is until Saturday when we have to go back to take them out. Ben is going to be the lucky one for that task. Just some of the payback coming his way. One of the hardest things about all this was I was trying to get prepared for my first Thanksgiving dinner I was doing for my family on Sunday. It ended up going pretty well though thanks to my moms help. Sorry about all my ranting and raving. If you actually make it to the end of this I applaud you. Here is the end result of the day.