NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY

I KNOW I'M BLOGGIN' TWO DAYS IN A ROW...SIGN OF THE TIMES

THE SWING SET FROM H-E-Double Hockey Sticks I know it looks innocent enough sitting there, all put together, with my children happily having a picnic beneath its shady green roof. But there is a dark side in its shadows.

Most of you have heard the story but here it is in a nut shell for those who have not been so fortunate. Play house slides off of truck onto Rich who was holding it onto the back of the truck going down the road. Rich hits his head quite hard on the ground. House is loaded back onto truck and taken to new location (my house). Rich is not doing well and starting to forget things. Lacee takes Rich to Urgent Care where they send him to the hospital via ambulance, head scan is inconclusive so they life flight him to a trauma center where he stays for a few days and then take about two weeks to fully recover to where they will let him return to work. Meanwhile I have Lacee's kids while she is in the hospital with Rich, company coming to stay with us for a few days. Pat and I decide to take the house off the truck and move it back by the gate until we can find someone to help move it over the fence. Well while we are taking it off I slip off of the bumper of the truck and smash my hands on the tailgate between the truck and the playhouse. No big deal, kind of hurts but I feel like I am getting off easy compared to Rich. I clean the house, pack dinner and get all five kids off to work with me. When I get there I rub my finger because it was hurting from smashing it and look down to see my diamond missing from my wedding ring. It also smashed the diamond band on my other hand so the bottom was completely flat. I call Pat crying and he looks with a flashlight, but to no avail. I kept thinking I was going to wake up soon but this was a real life no good very bad day. Makes me grateful for the days that are only no good or just bad. Like maybe when Jacob pours a half gallon of bleach into my washing machine that was full of colors I had just washed, or constantly dumps full shampoo and conditioner bottles into the tub, or use an entire new bottle of ranch to dress a hand full of salad or flushes my undies down the toilet or okay I guess you get the point. But at the end of the day I can always be assured that someone has it worse than me.