Stitches and summer vacation just seem to go hand in hand and they make me one crazy momma.
While I deal with bloody screaming children pretty well, I still prefer not to. Today the boys were wrestling on the trampoline when Robert tossed Matthew and he hit his face on the metal bar, splitting his lip open. I dropped Conrad and Kyrie off at their Aunt's and took Robert, Matthew, and Ian (the kid I'm babysitting) to Med Express. Fortunately for M, no stitches. If this is how my summer is going to go though, I'd like to just skip it.
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