"you must control your temper!"

I have a five year old boy. Anyone that has a five year old knows how they go through pants. Before he turned five we didnt have a single pair of pants that we wore out the knees in, and since he has started school he hasnt had a single pair of pants that he has grown out of before both knees were thrashed. Not only that, he is in big boy sizes now. No more 7.99 pants.  Keeping this kid in pants is driving me crazy. We bought him three new pairs last week and I had a long talk with him when he got them about how he needs to take care of them and when he gets home he needs to change into his play pants. day one with NPP 1 (new pair of pants) and he comes home and goes straight for the back yard and covers them in mud. I give him a good talking to and make him change his pants. Day 2 with NPP2 and the same thing, the talking too is a little stricter and I make him wash a wall to even out the work he has made for me with the dirt. Day three was yesterday and guess what happens. NPP three gets covered in mud. I know I over reacted. I blew my redheaded top and screamed and hollered and made a big scene. As he is running up the stairs (doing the butt tuck so that hopefully it misses the swat that he knows is coming for it) I vent my anger by kicking the stair. Ive kicked walls before, and doors, and even lockers. Never did any real damage to my foot (the wall and the door are another story. Sorry mom!) This time was different though it hurt really bad when it happened, and then didnt hurt at all. the didnt hurt at all is what clued me in to the "oh crap." Ive broke bones before. Quite a few to be precise. A knuckle, two arms, many minor toes, and more fingers then I can remember. So I knew that my t0e was broken. I had an extra kid and no car so I called shakes and told him what happened. He offered to come home (it was 2pm) but I didnt see the point of him missing work when he had SO MUCH to do so I told him not to stress and that I would go to urgent care when he got home at 8.I do all the appropriate stuff and soak it in cold water/ice and wait till 8. He gets home and I realise I have to put shoes one. DOH! I try my Docs that are a size too big. No go. sneakers wont work either. flip flops went on, but only make it to the front door. Screw it. So I went bare foot on my right foot and drove myself to the UC. They xray and confirm what I already know. Its broken and there isnt jack all they can do for it. (I went basically for the drugs) They dont even have crutches for me to use so they tell me to go buy some. ( I do get a sexy boot to wear untill I can fit it in a shoe again) By now it hurts like a SOB. I drive to rite aid and ask if they have crutches. Of course, they are in the very back of the store. So I hobble back there. CRAP! all sold out. So I hobble back to the car and go to the next store. Walgreens. Exact same story as before. I am pretty much in tears now because this sucker hurts so bad. Drive to Longs. They closed 10 minutes ago. my last chance is Fred meyers. I drive there and they have some. However they are locked behind the pharmacy and the pharmacy is closed and I get the good old "if I open those doors they will fire me" speech.
At this point I know god is laughing at me. This the the Karma I get for loosing it with my kids.
Best of all, Shakes graduates on friday. I get to hobble around with three kids at graduation and the portfolio show.
Never kick the stairs in Anger, your t0e will hate you for 6-8 weeks. and your dr will probably only give you 15 vicodin. SO not worth it.



my sexy boot.