Today was an interesting day...started out great, dropped David off at work, came home and fed everyone breakfast...got dressed and went to the bank, then the library. Our library schedule was a little off this week...;-)
We get to the library, and I'm passing out books (we had around 30 to return), Dakota, Amber & Kiara got out of the truck. All of a sudden, Dakota is SCREAMING! OMG, I jump out of the truck, run around and Dakota's jumping up and down holding his hand screaming at the top of his lungs. And yes, we are attracting quite a bit of attention at this point.
I ascertain from Dakota's fingers that his hand was slammed in the truck door. My poor baby! 
In 2 spots, around his knuckles of his ring and middle fingers, are deep gashes, scraped and making his fingers look like they were bending at a very odd angle. I freak out. No scene, I didn't let HIM see that I was freaked out. But I was. Inside.
I'm trying to figure out if I needed to run home and call David (no cell phones)...(YET)...and get ice on his fingers, or take him to the hospital (which I actually don't know where it is...BAD Momma!)...or just listen to all the kids (including Dakota, go figure!) and stay at the library. By this time, his fingers are swelled up to the size of small sausages. Ya know, the Jimmy Dean type of sausages.
Anyway, his fingers weren't broken...at least, I didn't THINK they were (hey, I'm not a nurse!) so I said we could at least go inside, I'd call Daddy and at the very least, return all of these books! So, I went inside, Dakota went off to play (ah, the resiliency of children *sigh*) and I called the oh so powerful Daddy. I described Dakota's fingers, found that he could, in fact, bend them, he wasn't crying anymore, and he REFUSED to go home.
So, we spent 2 hours at the library. By the time we got home, he was using his hand. He didn't show any more concern or pain, not even a whine, until The Great Oz got home...but I'll get to that in a bit.
David had already warned me that this was going to be late. I mean like really late. Past 10:00 late. I thought, COOOOOOL! We can kinda relax today! Yeah.....right.....
After lunch, Dakota went up for his nap, I laid on the couch with Belle, Ashley was in the chair reading and the other 2 were on the floor cuddled up with pillows and blankets reading. Well, some of us fell asleep. Sort of. Our doberman kept whining because the neighbor's dogs were outside. Then, the neighbor's dogs were inside. BARKING. My dog isn't used to living in the city with all these people (and dogs) around! The poor dog is so freaked out all of the time, I'm starting to think he needs nerve pills! Seriously.
So, I wake up from my nap around 20 of 5. I freaked out until I remembered David was going to be LATE today! So, I look around, tell the girls it's time to take care of their blankets and pillows, then sit down to do some work.
All of a sudden, I see someone outside walking to my front door! Lo and behold, it's the Daddy...ya know, the one who was coming home AFTER 10 PM!! OMG, the house is a MESS! I haven't done anything and now...*sigh*
Luckily, he was SO happy to be finished with the job at our previous landlord's house, that he was in an incredibly happy mood, so he didn't get mad at all...actually, he thought it was funny that within 5 minutes of him coming home, the girls had the living room cleaned...and no one even told them to! Which impressed me, I gotta tell ya!
Leftovers were for dinner, which made it easy on the lazy Momma today. David wanted to go shopping after chores were done, but they took so long it was too late to go. I reckon we're going to go in the morning!
Well, that was my day...interesting to say the least...
