Wow, what a day ALREADY.

[Ellen Forradalom]

When I pick up my son last night, he complains of pain in his hip and leg. I take him home and set him up in front of the tv.

His dad calls. Says he's going to work late. No problem. I can accommodate that.

Son continues to complain of pain, so help him change into his pajamas and he goes to bed. I go to sleep on the trundle under his bed.

I am parked in the guest spot at my husband's apt. complex. I don't move my car.

In the morning, my son still hurts and my car has been towed.

Through sheer force of will, I remain just collected enough to retrieve my car and stay with my son.

We are at my house, awaiting a call from the pediatrician. I'm thinking it's a pulled muscle, but I don't know.

[Chovexani]

1. Aww, poor you!

Good Lounge vibes to you and the sprog. :hug:

[Ellen Forradalom]

4. Thanks

Not the end of the world, but I just had to get that off my chest.

[KamaAina]

2. Are you cursing in Hungarian yet?

:P

[Ellen Forradalom]

3. I went straight to English

I reached for the strong stuff.

[Breeze54]

5. "I go to sleep on the trundle under his bed."

I'd be having a bad day too! :P

J'K

Why not just take him to the ER? :shrug:

[Ellen Forradalom]

6. The ER will take 6 hours to see you

Unless you're dying. Then, only 3.

The trundle wasn't that bad, actually. Lot better than finding my car had been towed.