Broken Arms, Dogs and Firetrucks.....

Two Sundays ago Addyson broke her right arm jumping on the trampoline. She came in whimpering and I took one look at her sagging forearm and knew it was broken. I wanted to cry, but, since I'm the mom, I was strong! So, we headed down to Children's at Scottish Rite, downtown. Since her arm had to be re-set, they put her under.  We had to wait for the orthopedic surgeon to get out of surgery, and that wasn't until 12:30am!  She was a trooper, though, and patiently watched the one Spongebob video they had for hours! Travis told her that she was a tough cookie, and she said "I'm not a cookie, I'm a pumpkin". haha.  She was excited about her cast being pink and about getting princess stickers. The staff was great.  After they re-set it, it was hard to wake her up, so the nurse kept putting a cold-pack on her belly. Poor baby!  When we finally left the hospital at 2:30am and the valet that brought my car around had my door handle in his hand.  REALLY?!  My daughter broke her arm, it's 2:30am and my car handle is broken?  Too tired to care!

So, not only was my car handle broken, but I need to get a new oil tank, as mine was cracked and leaking. I took my car into the shop, so I had my mom's car.  I had dropped Sydney off at school, come home to get some work stuff and then I planned on dropping Addyson and Rylin off at my babysitters house.  As I was getting back in the car, Addyson tells me that she has to go potty. Rylin and the dog are in the car, so I leave my keys in my seat, get Addy out and take her potty. We go to get back in the car and it's LOCKED!!! The dog had jumped in my seat and stepped on the remote to lock the door! I was so mad!! I called my mom to get the extra key, and the extra key was on the key chain that was locked in my car.  At this point Rylin is screaming for me to get her out and all I can do is smile and wave at her.  I call the locksmith and they tell me that if a baby is in the vehicle, that I have to call 911. GREAT! So, I call 911, and it takes them 10 minutes, which feels like an hour, to get there. When they get out to get their equipment, THEIR door is BROKEN and they can't get the lock equipment out. GREAT! So, they have to call ANOTHER firetruck. One of the firemen actually has the gall to ask me if I have another set of keys in the house.  NO, SHERLOCK! What do you think? That I just REALLY wanted to look stupid and have two firetrucks come to my house for the fun of it.  DUH!!  So, 30 minutes into this, I have a screaming child, a dog scratching the door to get out, TWO firetrucks parked outside of my house and one little girl with a broken arm who has started taking her clothes off, and I'm late for work. Lovely.  Fun Day.

I just laugh.....what else can I do?