Today was planned to be beatific. My mother came over and I dumped provided her with three handsome grandsons to watch. I took a shower, did my hair, put on some beautiful clothes including my favorite sweater (MAJOR forshadowing here) and skipped out of the house, hopped in the minivan, drove down the driveway toward a solar day of leisurely errands, shopping for an outfit to clothing tomorrow to a hip restaurant for my grand 16th ceremony celebration, and picking up a coffee and luncheon. I needed to finish at the mailbox to mail the LAST returned Christmas card and when I re-opened the door to the minivan to climb in information technology striking my head. I paused for a moment in pain and feeling stupid until I realized that blood was gushing from my head. Gushing! Did I mention that I am in my favorite sweater on my way to Mommy's twenty-four hour period out? Crap…I backed the van back toward the house, ran into the house and grabbed some newspaper towels. You could hands trace my steps past the claret trail (just similar on Fifty&O). One time inside and applying force per unit area I checked myself in the mirror and realized that this was something that required professional help. I called my mom downward, we loaded up the minivan with three kids and started on the way to the hospital where weblog-Stedman works. I called him to alert him to the emergency. 20 minutes later he and one of his partners assess my case in the parking lot backside the hospital and decide that I need to run across a plastic surgeon and there is not one at this hospital. We start calling hospitals all over the metroplex and no one seems to take i on-call (it is a vacation weekend, etc.). Finally, we notice a infirmary that indicates they know of a plastic surgeon and off goes the minivan with grandma driving, me bleeding and the 3 boys along for the ride. 30 minutes afterward I become dropped off at the ER at the new hospital (and then grandma doesn't have to entertain three boys in the ER waiting room for a yet to be adamant time). The ER is nice and I am in that location 2 1/2 hours until they ship me to a plastic surgeon'south office 15 minutes away. Off goes the minivan again and 1 one/ii hours later I am stitched upwardly by a very accomodating plastic surgeon and home bound. We get home at 4:30 exhausted, I am $540 poorer (that would have bought couture!) and I look like I was in a horror moving picture sans the axe in my head. The scar/stitches are shaped in a lovely 1/2 circle resembling the oral fissure of a smiley face up. I think I improve not post pictures quite all the same. I take to go wash the red highlights out of my hair…Did I mention that I was wearing my favorite sweater?

Kids Activities Blog is Holly's blogging home.

She is the co-author of 101 Kids Activities that are the Bestest, Funnest E'er! and The 101 Coolest Simple Science Experiments.

She is the mom of three boys ages xiii, 15 & 17 who partially homeschools. She believes that you shouldn't accept to buy stuff to have fun when at that place is a kitchen junk drawer full of possibilities.