I woke up early today missing my boys. Daughter snuggled close one small arm wrapped tight around my neck, her head numbing my right arm and I remembered snuggling early mornings like this when squareboy was smaller. Of course squareboy, like middle child, was and is a sweater. It wasn't the numbing arm that would wake me then but the incredible itch a boy head leaves behind when it's been sweating for hours on your arm.
My mom has called daily, multiple times daily, with news and updates of the boys. Frequently I can hear one or the other hollering in the background, and if I'm lucky I actually get to talk to one or the other. The other day I had the eldest on the phone, and he was actually in a talkative mood. Unusual for a just turned 15-year-old. Normally, if he comes to the phone at all, it's all grunts & "yes" and "no"s, a lot like his Opa actually. As the eldest is talking about camp, he's a counselor, I can hear squareboy whooping & hollering in the background... suddenly followed by screaming. Eldest stops speaking for a second and then bursts into uncontrolled laughter, but squareboy is still screaming. Damn the antiquity of our times! He won't stop laughing, squareboy won't stop screaming and I have no videophone to see what the hell is going on. Finally, in between hiccups as he swallows laughter, eldest relayed that squareboy had been riding his bike. And fell off the bike, into my mom's rose bushes.
Turned out he's fine, but really pissed off at the rose bushes, who, squareboy insisted, reached out & grabbed him off his bike. Once he finally untangled himself from the thorns he ran into the house, grabbed his tennis racket & beat the crap out of the poor rose bushes. He only stopped when my mom finally heard the ruckus and came out & pulled him off her rose bushes. They are now trimmed & short and squareboy, according to the eldest, rides his bike past them smirking the whole time.
My mom called, not long after the rose bush incident; "everything is okay." Urgh. I hate that. While those words reassure me the boys aren't dead, I also know something broke. I know these phone calls aren't easy for her to make so I pretend, and I pretend I'm a good pretender, that I'm calm. Squareboy had been in the ER. The good news is that he was still fully registered from the last time last summer, so insurance was not a hassle. Great. Thanks mom. Good to know. And????
He'd been at camp, doing a tennis drill, ran up a little too soon for his ball & the girl in front of him finished her backswing into his head. Blood everywhere. Panic. Squareboy stayed very calm, pretty amazing given his normal high-energy state. My mom was nearby & took him to the ER, he surprised her & the Doc's by rattling off his height, weight, allergies & medications. Squareboy is a genius. Really. Luckily his calm wore off quickly & the ER Doc witnessed his high-energy squirming & constant motion. They decided to glue his wound, right next to his eye! instead of stitches. The bad news being he can't swim for 5 days. It might melt the glue. Poor squareboy. He'd worked so hard to pass the swimtest to be allowed into the big pool, and not the baby pool.
Yesterday was 5 days. He jumped out of bed ran to the mirror and had a fit. The glue was still there. The ER Doc had told him it would peel off on day 5. It was day 5 and it was still there. My poor mom had quite a time calming him down before her first cup of coffee. While she's making breakfast (and again, this is just her, we do cereal from a box here at home), she realizes it's much too quiet. Squareboy is missing. She looks all over the house, no squareboy. Finally she looks in the backyard, there's squareboy. Head first in the spa (hot tub, my mom's all fancy), trying to soak off the glue because it's day 5 and he's done. The doctor said so.
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