lush
04-15-2008, 04:33 AM
and my entire goal was to go home, be domestic and stuff..
So I'm at work get text from my ex asking if/when I'm going to be over for the kids. It's not my night to have them, so I send back "Why" and I get "No reason"..ok...
So I get done work, go straight there. I don't even get to his parking lot, see the drunk/crazy neighbor I've had a few runs in with holding my daughter. I pull over on the side of the road, ask what's going on, my daughter is bawling. I grab my daughter, here the neighbor's dog was tied to a tree while the kids were out playing and it bit my daughter. I take her into the house. I'm telling him what happened, he tells me that the dog just bit the neighbor's dog and it needed stitches. Ok so I see red, here is a dog that just bit so badly another dog needed stitches and it's tied outside unattended. So, I get out my phone to call the cops..at that very moment there's someone pounding on the patio door..I think it's the nutty neighbor..nope, it's my son's version of The Little Red Headed Girl (Charlie Brown..).
My son is outside on the ground laying under a a tree screaming. I run over he says "My arm is broken" Ex says "How do you figure?". I look, son's arm is bent sideways & backwards. He was standing on one of those patio chairs that's barely safe to sit in, half up a tree, trying to tie up a rope swing for the LRHG. I grab my son, get my ex's keys (I figure there is no way he's going to be able to get up into my jeep) and off to the hospital we go..several hours, some blockers, morphine, several rounds of X Rays and setting the bones twice (he broke both the bones in his arm), a trip to the 24 hour pharmacy and a car swap later we're home, he has to go see another surgeon Wednesday after the swelling goes down to see where we go from here, hopefully just to a cast..and I wondered why I was getting the kids tonight..
I'll see the cops tomorrow..
So I'm at work get text from my ex asking if/when I'm going to be over for the kids. It's not my night to have them, so I send back "Why" and I get "No reason"..ok...
So I get done work, go straight there. I don't even get to his parking lot, see the drunk/crazy neighbor I've had a few runs in with holding my daughter. I pull over on the side of the road, ask what's going on, my daughter is bawling. I grab my daughter, here the neighbor's dog was tied to a tree while the kids were out playing and it bit my daughter. I take her into the house. I'm telling him what happened, he tells me that the dog just bit the neighbor's dog and it needed stitches. Ok so I see red, here is a dog that just bit so badly another dog needed stitches and it's tied outside unattended. So, I get out my phone to call the cops..at that very moment there's someone pounding on the patio door..I think it's the nutty neighbor..nope, it's my son's version of The Little Red Headed Girl (Charlie Brown..).
My son is outside on the ground laying under a a tree screaming. I run over he says "My arm is broken" Ex says "How do you figure?". I look, son's arm is bent sideways & backwards. He was standing on one of those patio chairs that's barely safe to sit in, half up a tree, trying to tie up a rope swing for the LRHG. I grab my son, get my ex's keys (I figure there is no way he's going to be able to get up into my jeep) and off to the hospital we go..several hours, some blockers, morphine, several rounds of X Rays and setting the bones twice (he broke both the bones in his arm), a trip to the 24 hour pharmacy and a car swap later we're home, he has to go see another surgeon Wednesday after the swelling goes down to see where we go from here, hopefully just to a cast..and I wondered why I was getting the kids tonight..
I'll see the cops tomorrow..