Nanny Diaries: second summer
Alright, so it's summer time and we're having fun! Last week was the first week of summer for the boys, but the older two were at a basketball camp for the week. That left my twin and I in charge of an 8 year old with too much energy.
Now here's the deal: my sister takes care of the boys on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. I take over from there, and I don't usually get told everything that happens. All I can tell you is what happened when I was around.
On Wednesday afternoon, everything was smooth sailing. I took the boy to the pool, we played with some water torpedoes, then we went home and kept occupied with Monopoly. Thursday was a little more interesting, in that we had a whole morning to finish Monopoly (he wiped the board with me after my considerable losses on his blue spaces), I got to take a NAP (those don't happen!) during quiet time, and when we went to the pool I was kept in the water during adult swim by the child I'm looking after and his friend. They threw multiple water torpedoes to the opposite ends of the pool for me to retrieve and then they added volley balls to the mix.
Then Friday happened. Since we had finished Monopoly, the energetic 8 year old decided that we should play outside. We played "baseball" (there were no bases) and he beat me 16-0 in the first inning. We played basketball, and I beat him at HORSE. So we decided to play a game we were both terrible at. Golf.
The lawn we were playing on was the average American too-long-for-golf grass, so we propped the ball up on a homemade "tee" (the bottom half of a water bottle). As I stepped back from the tee, the child stepped up for his swing. He didn't wait for me to back up, he just swung full force. He missed the ball, but made full contact with my left hand. The bruise appeared almost immediately.
I waited till after the weekend to get it seen to, because directly after work I left for a camping trip in which I slept in a car, made fire in a can, and hiked to three different waterfalls. All fun things, made less fun when your sister is telling you that your hand looks broken. I was (and still am) adamant that it's only a bruise. I went to the doctor yesterday and it's not broken, but the doctor said that I could have bruised a muscle or ligament, so I had an MRI done at it's-too-early o'clock this morning so I could go to work on time. I won't get the results till maybe Thursday, but I'll reiterate that I think it's just a bruise.
The doctor's making me wear an ACE bandage. He looked so pitiful when he saw it.
Now here's the deal: my sister takes care of the boys on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. I take over from there, and I don't usually get told everything that happens. All I can tell you is what happened when I was around.
On Wednesday afternoon, everything was smooth sailing. I took the boy to the pool, we played with some water torpedoes, then we went home and kept occupied with Monopoly. Thursday was a little more interesting, in that we had a whole morning to finish Monopoly (he wiped the board with me after my considerable losses on his blue spaces), I got to take a NAP (those don't happen!) during quiet time, and when we went to the pool I was kept in the water during adult swim by the child I'm looking after and his friend. They threw multiple water torpedoes to the opposite ends of the pool for me to retrieve and then they added volley balls to the mix.
Then Friday happened. Since we had finished Monopoly, the energetic 8 year old decided that we should play outside. We played "baseball" (there were no bases) and he beat me 16-0 in the first inning. We played basketball, and I beat him at HORSE. So we decided to play a game we were both terrible at. Golf.
The lawn we were playing on was the average American too-long-for-golf grass, so we propped the ball up on a homemade "tee" (the bottom half of a water bottle). As I stepped back from the tee, the child stepped up for his swing. He didn't wait for me to back up, he just swung full force. He missed the ball, but made full contact with my left hand. The bruise appeared almost immediately.
I waited till after the weekend to get it seen to, because directly after work I left for a camping trip in which I slept in a car, made fire in a can, and hiked to three different waterfalls. All fun things, made less fun when your sister is telling you that your hand looks broken. I was (and still am) adamant that it's only a bruise. I went to the doctor yesterday and it's not broken, but the doctor said that I could have bruised a muscle or ligament, so I had an MRI done at it's-too-early o'clock this morning so I could go to work on time. I won't get the results till maybe Thursday, but I'll reiterate that I think it's just a bruise.
The doctor's making me wear an ACE bandage. He looked so pitiful when he saw it.