Broken trucks and Busted heads

So after THIS post I thought surely nothing else could happen. I mean, how much crazy drama can one family have?!

Well, ours can apparently have a lot. The old saying “when it rains, it pours” has definitely been true this week or so for us.

Yesterday, Dave, Megan and the little kids and I went to eat at Frontera. On our way home, Dave and I were in his truck with the little ones on the way to Walmart and Megan had driven her own car and was headed home to play the Wii. We got about halfway to Walmart and started hearing a weird noise coming from his truck. He decides to pull over at which time a belt FLIES out of the engine- and starts to make his truck overheat. Thank goodness Megan wasn’t working or we would have been stranded – but we had to call her and have her come get us and the babies. She drives a teeny tiny Ford Focus so I was sandwiched in between two carseats in the back and Dave was in the passenger seat. Dave thought he could fix it by replacing the belt, so we drove to the auto parts store, bought a new belt, and then took David back to the truck. As luck would have it, there is more wrong with the truck than that darn belt. Sooo… we had to leave his truck there with a note on the door and will have to have it towed first thing in the morning. Just what we planned on doing in the morning.

So last night after all the truck drama, I get a call from Dakota who is at a “show” with his friends. He says he has busted his head and I need to come get him quick. I am immediately furious because he is supposed to be at his Biodad’s this weekend, but he drove him back to Loganville so he could come home early because he just had to go to this show. Well now, because of my f*ing, no backbone, jackass Ex, my only night with David is shot to hell because I’m now going to have to take him to the ER because he’s busted his head open.

I get to the show and Dakota gets in the car. He’s got a huge abrasion (not a gash- no stitches needed) on the back of his head. Apparently Dakota tripped backward. No, he wasn’t drinking. He’s just that damn clumsy uncoordinated. So I decide we will go home and let David look at it before we go to the hospital because with the swine flu going around, I being the major germaphobe that I am, do NOT want to pick up something at the ER. Dakota starts to lose it. He swears he is going to die an almost certainly painful and imminent death and that I hope he dies since I don’t feel like rushing to the ER. Well, long story short and loads of drama later, Dave and I decide it is a good idea to take him. Not because of the abrasion, but the fact that he had a huge pop knot and he did hit his head really hard on concrete. I knew I’d feel better if he was checked out to make sure he didn’t knock out the last brain cell he had left have a brain bleed.

Thankfully the ER considered us an urgent case, so we really didn’t wait that long. We got there about 11 pm and got home about 2 am. That’s pretty speedy in ER time, if you know what I mean. Oh yeah, and get this… he’s going to live. The CT scan was completely normal. So, the little shit my sweet son is no worse for the wear, other than the big sore pop knot on the back of his head. Hopefully that will be a reminder that he should listen to the smartest, cutest, most knowledgeable 35 year old his mother more often. If he had been at his Dad’s house where he was supposed to be, this never would have happened. And as far as my Ex is concerned, well, he will be getting a hefty ER bill in the mail in a few weeks. I’m betting he will wish he had listened to the smartest, cutest, most knowledgeable 35 year old me too ;)

Tomorrow is a new day for new drama. Stay tuned. It will make your life seem boring~

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