My sister, Nicki, who lives in Denver called me the other day.
“How would you feel if I showed up at your door on Thursday with four kids?”
I thought it sounded like a fine plan and asked her what the occasion was.
“You need a new bedroom. I’ll have a painter come over on Friday. Go pick out some paint and new bedding. You NEED new sheets!”
So of course I cried. Because that’s my response to everything right now, but then I got excited. I do need new sheets. Sheets that have only been mine. And a make over of any sort always lifts a girl’s spirits, right?
Last night between driving to dance and picking up from band, I went to BB&B to look at their bedding. I wandered up and down and up and down and then I just got stuck. It’s been so long since I decorated a room with only myself in mind that I don’t even know what I like anymore. I don’t know what says me. Since Bed Bath and Beyond is one of the few places where I have not cried yet, I went ahead and teared up there.
To hide my tears, I started texting my sister for ideas. Then Reagan called because she had come home to an empty house and I made her come join me. Between the three of us, I think we figured it out.
I think I’ll actually go with a lighter yellow on the walls than that, but that’s the basic palette there. Not at all masculine, but not ridiculously feminine either.
I texted Nicki to tell her I’d figured it out, and she wrote back, “Brett is in the ER with Camden. They think he broke his leg.”
Camden is their youngest. They adopted him from Ethiopia when he was a baby. He is almost four now and he is active. Which is what mothers of boys say in polite company when what they really mean is, “The kid is like a wind-up toy with no off switch.”
I often said that Hayden was active as well.
Texts and phone calls flew through the evening. The worst was when she told me Camden was in an ambulance on the way to Children’s Hospital.
Ambulances are scary.
But in this case, warranted. Take a look at this x-ray of his femur:
Yikes! That is what happens when a larger kid bounces onto a smaller kid on a trampoline. They put him under anesthesia this morning to set it and this is what Camden is going to look like for the next eight weeks.
Raise your hand if you would like to take care of an active pre-schooler for the next eight weeks while he can’t walk and has to be set onto the toilet?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Obviously Nicki will not be showing up at my house on Thursday with her kids. I am sad about that. I was really looking forward to having them here.
My sadness is not as large as my thankfulness that Camden is going to be okay. I don’t know how Nicki is going to hold up, but Camden will be okay.
And my room will still get done. It won’t be as much fun, but I am still excited. I’m thinking blue with just a hint of green in it for the bathroom, but I am open to suggestions.