Welcome to the Jungle

I finished work now just over 2 weeks ago and I have to say it was a slightly chaotic finish.  As expected the last week was pretty full on, with my mantra to the family being "just let me get past Thursday and I'll be normal again ". ( yeah right).  I was surprisingly sad to be finishing up as I am very much looking forward to spending time with my boys; however work has been a place where I have really enjoyed what I do and got to have some adult time ( no, not like that).  It is very rare to find a job where you love everyone you work with, get lots of autonomy and don't mind the occasional bullshit.....most of the time ;-).

The last day of work however ended up being a much more traumatic than expected.  The Plan was that 1950 hubby was having a day off work and would pick up both boys, before settling them with the babysitter and joining me at my work farewell later in the night.  Everyone at my work left for a late lunch in the afternoon, before moving on to a local club to have a few more drinks and wait for others to join us.  I was probably just getting into my 4th drink of the afternoon/evening when my phone rang.  Since it was close to our meet up time I wasn't surprised to hear from hubby.  More surprising was that he hadn't left the house and there was a problem. It seems our youngest (Mr T) had been jumping on the trampoline ( which is 30cms off the ground) roughhousing with his big brother, and had fallen off and into the garage door.  He had a large cut on the back of his head and after speaking to our GP, who thankfully answers his phone 24/7,  it was decided he should probably go to emergency.

Now that is the rational part of the story.  What I heard on the phone, after having had four drinks and being stuck 40mins away was that my baby was bleeding and on his way to emergency.  Needless to say I didn't handle it the best.  In my defense if I had been there, the adrenaline would have kicked in and I would have dealt with it.  But having few bevvies in me and not being with him... well,  I bawled.  I remember a collegue hugging me whilst my boss spoke to hubby on the phone and then put me in a cab to the children's hospital.  Once I pulled myself together I spoke to the huband again and since we live so close to the children's hospital decided to meet him at home and all go to hospital together.  Since the bleeding had stopped and I was being asked for by Mr T a lot we thought it would be a calmer trip to hospital if I was there too.

Very long story short, with a long time spent in Westmead Children's and 8 stitches to my baby's tiny little head, we finally got home about 2am.  Thankfully the babysitter was able to watch the oldest so we could focus on both being at the hospital.

So welcome to full time mummyhood!! Chaos reigns supreme with two young boys.  This wasn't the first time my youngest had been to emergency and I can guarantee it won't be the last.  I'd like to say it was a surprise but not really.  Mr T is my little rough and tumble boy, the first to get stitches and I reckon will be the first to break a bone lol. Hang on...Best not jinx myself we are only in week two of the school holidays...  If anyone needs me I will be booking in therapy, having a stiff drink and asking my boss for my job back to get me through the next few weeks.

Am I alone though? Those of you with girls do yours get as crazy or is it just me. Lets hope the New Year is a little calmer. Pfft yeah right.  Welcome to the Jungle !!

Until next time

Xx