It ended before we even began.
Upon arriving at the trailhead, the only parking that remained was along a steep ledge so I hopped out to guide Jamie in his parallel parking efforts. Hadley, assuming we had arrived, jumped out too.
While it was still moving.
She started shrieking. I raced over to her side of the car and found her arm caught in the door. I released it, only to realize that was the least of her problems: Jamie had stopped the car on her foot.
"DRIVE, RIGHT NOW! DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!!!!"
Rest assured, I am not a person you want to be around in a crisis situation.
Confused by my hysterics, Jamie paused, unsure what direction to go. Eventually, he just stepped on the gas and rolled off her poor little foot.
We grabbed little crippled Hadley and raced her to the back of our SUV. We removed her shoe and as we surveyed the damage, Bode (ever the supportive brother), came over and demanded, "I'm hungry. Feed me now."
He will not be mistaken for the sensitive type.
Even though her foot was miraculously fine, we skipped the hike and hung out at nearby Silver Lake before heading down to play in Idaho Springs.
Dejected from our misadventures, I promised them we would go visit Grandma Jean's kitties when we returned home. Our neighbor had somehow left the two people in the world her cats hate most (meaning: my children) in charge while she went away for the weekend.
They jubilantly raced across the street, I punched in the code Jean had given me to her garage door and entered.
Then the house alarm went off.
She hadn't mentioned anything about a house alarm.
I didn't stick around long enough to figure out how to turn it off. We hightailed it over to another neighbor's house who came back and did it for us. We settled into kitty stalking mode and all was well in the world.
Until the cops showed up.
I'll spare you the sordid details but they almost involved a preschooler and kindergartner doing hard time for catnapping (mug shots taken two years ago prior to our trip to Mexico. Oh, the foreshadowing.)
Oh yeah, and my dear husband who debated not vouching for us.
He was obviously still recovering from my near-nervous breakdown earlier that day.
I'll stop there and won't mention the freezer that was left open all night and how we woke up to all our nice, expensive meat oozing all over the floor, which then
Have I mentioned how glad I am the long weekend is over?
So, make me feel better. Tell me about all the horrible, awful things that happened to you over Labor Day weekend. Errr.... please?
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wow- sounds like you need a weekend to recover.
I am jealous you got to clean out your garage. That's fun!
It was supposed to be an innocent trip to Niagara Falls starting with the American side and staying overnight on the Canadian side. I do have a passport but it is still in my maiden name. I have had every intention of sending it in to be change but they need my marriage license and they lost a bunch of stuff the first time we did all this so I was leery. So it never happened and after waiting almost an hour and a half to go less than a mile into Canada we pull up at 8:30pm to the check station. We handed the guy all the passports and my husband said we were all related and just staying the night in Canada, blah blah blah. We’ll the all related caught his eye and he noticed that hey my last name was different then the other four. Which lead to questions and needing to see another form of identification. Bummer. All my other identification was changed to my husband’s last name, which ‘peaked’ the interest of the check point guard so then 15 minutes later after showing my marriage license and pitifully explaining that I didn’t have time to change my passport when this trip was planned, even though I have been married for four years, we got through and drove as fast as we could to avoid the mad people behind us!
The worst part is I made this all up trying to make you feel better because I was lucky to have a smooth weekend and had no problems with my passport. :)
The worst thing I could come up with is three dents in my wall from moving a workout center. It was a hard working weekend, but nothing really went wrong. Sorry.
Although, years ago, we went snowmobiling with my family and my baby sister (who would have been Hadley's age at the time) got her foot stuck in the track. So, we immediately left the mountain and headed for the ER- only to find out that between her snowboot, and how small her foot was, no damage whatsoever. Too late by then to head back to the snow.
Wow. You're weekend sounds like quite the adventure.
We went camping in the rain. We got tired of the rain and went to town for dinner one night and I ended up with food poisoning. Needless to say we came home the next morning.
Oh. My. Gosh. YOU KILL ME!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Your labor day was truly laborious. Sheesh, woman!
(I'm glad everyone was okay--physically, anyway...)
Alas.... there is never a dull moment at in your world.... lol... glad her foot was ok... it could have been bad!!! YIkes!!!
I have no stories of adventures to share... we had a rained out football game Sat., came home and relaxed... and then church sunday... and then Monday was pool party for dd bday....
THo I do think that having 7 little girls ages 10-13 around for a few hours can be just as crazy as your weekend was... heehee...
That truy is miraculous that Hadley's foot was okay!!!
So...did you feed that sensitive Bode shortly after his request?
Amber, you have the most luck of anyone I know...too bad it's mostly BAD luck. ("If it weren't for bad luck, you'd have none at all." Isn't that a song?)
We had a fabulous weekend right up to the point where *I* fell on the sidewalk and hurt my knee. Skinned it so badly that I'm still hobbling around like an old lady...one with an affliction that 5yr olds get. Aren't I 30 years too old for this kinda schtuff!?
Gotta love it.
When I first read about Hadley foot on Facebook, I thought you were kidding. Poor little princess!!!
And now I understood why you were cleaning your garage on a National Holiday : )
I hope things are calmer now.
Fabiola
Poor Hadley.
My life seems soooooooooo boring ; )
WOW, can I join your family? You guys do the best vacations, I'm so jealous!!!
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I took my children to the mall. All five of them. Four of them were well behaved, and one of them was a holy terror. Imagine time out in the little hallway to the bathroom, with the pitying looks from other parents, and the "what the heck" looks from non parents, who had no idea what I was going through.
Needless to say, we won't be going to the mall again. Ever.
Amber,
I'm sure you will look back on this with fond memories. The human brain has the capacity to change our memories for us. Thank goodness. A funny blog I visit called One Sentence had the best entry ever: I was sorely dissapointed to find my favorite childhood memory was only from a movie."
sorry, nothing to report from my world. had a wonderful weekend camping.
but you never fail to disappoint us with all of your misadventures =)
I had to say goodbye to my family on labour day as they headed back home, knowing I wouldn't see them again for another two weeks. Not quite as dramatic as the events of your weekend but still quite miserable...
Amber, how do you do it? My weekend didn't even come close ...
My husband had to go into work during church leaving me with three little kids and Evan had his sickie throw up stuff going on all Monday. I hope that my misery makes you feel better. :) I am glad that there was no actual damage to poor Hadley and that she managed to avoid therapy..... for now.
Oh! Poor Hadley. I'm SO glad she's OK. I would have been a freak out mess as well.
I'm glad Hadley's ok physically. You KNOW she is going to be telling that story for the rest of her life... remember that time you ran over me in the car... good luck with that. :)
Oh you poor thing! I'm so glad Hadley is okay. My husband once ran over my sister's foot. She was very calm-- "Umm. You're on my FOOT."
As one who is also not good in crisis situations, I can relate. This wasn't over Labor Day, but this past weekend I took a shower with my 18-month-old son, who, of course pooped in the shower. I screamed and startled him into a fit of wailing. He was constipated the next day, probably because he was afraid that if he pooped again his crazy mom of his would shriek at him again.
(I hope you don't mind the numerous mentions of poop in my comment!)
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