Boy when things start to go sideways, sometimes you just can’t seem to catch a break. Riley has been in school for 13 years. Still when I see the school number show up on the phone, my heart almost skips a beat and I inhale with a slight gasp before answering with a very tentative hhhelllo? This past Friday that call came just before lunch. Surely we couldn’t have had another “Step Towards Independence” so soon!
As it turned out while playing floor hockey in PE, Riley caught a puck with his face. Yup you read that right. He was sitting in the bleachers taking a break when it happened. Luckily it wasn’t a real puck but it wasn’t one of those orange plastic pucks either. Apparently grade 11 boys prefer something a little firmer so being “men-in-the-making”…they choose to use black duct tape to wrap said flimsy orange plastic pucks in order to give it that little extra ooomfph.
a little quite nervous walking into the school wondering if R would be totally freaking out. I saw him through the glass sitting in the office with an ice pack on his face. The minute I walked in he broke down in tears which of course almost made me break down in tears. I did manage to hold it together…barely. Now when Riley was a lot younger, this would have been cause to write off the rest of the day/evening and possibly the following day as well. Yet here he was sitting calmly in a chair with a bleeding nose, swollen mouth, and ice pack on his face. WOW! This deserved lunch AND the rest of the afternoon at home! What's so amazing is that offering those two things just seemed to make everything all better in Riley World. Are you saying ahhhhhh about now? No kidding.
We did go get him checked out and thankfully nothing was broken so he managed to come away relatively unscathed with a bloody nose, fat lip and of course McDonalds on the way home. =D
I'm hoping this week won't have quite so much excitement...D