Working back into the routine of school is always a challenge. Not only do the boys have to adjust, Mommy (that'd be me) has to adjust. This year was no different. We went through the routine of remembering how a school day runs for us. After a long (long by our standards) day, the boys needed to blow off some steam outside.
They ran off to play wiffle ball in the front yard. I hustled off to make biscuits to accompany our soup and salad dinner. That's when the screaming came. In the front door came some very upset children . . . one holding his bloody eyebrow. Yes, nothing like blood spilling out from under a child's hand to send terrors up a mamma's spine.
After a few phone calls, a trip to the ER a, few stitches, and a very late dinner, all is well. We are very blessed that Big Brother's cut was minor. When he tells the story, he emphasizes that he "CAUGHT THE BALL!!!". It was just the PVC pipe that got in his way that caused the problem. We are very blessed. We will also remember this years' "first day of school" for many years to come!