Midway through my 8 hour hospital shift I was told to go home. They had somehow overbooked staff and I was free to go. Woo-hoo. I did not stick around to make sure they had counted correctly. Later.
Worst Part of the Day-
Poor Littlest Li. He has fully recovered from his viral illness, as the young ones do--quickly and easily, and we were playing in the backyard this morning. Scarlet was in and out of the garage gathering her gardening tools and buckets and whatnot. As I was walking over to close the door to the garage so Liam could not go in and get filthy, somehow he had his little hand by the door frame when a huge gust of wind slammed the door shut. His baby thumb got slammed in the damn door!
The poor dear boy. Thank heavens for the malleable bones of the wee ones. He has an abrasion and a bruise to show for it, but nothing broken.
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