Man...
Today I was supposed to go to a funeral (my stepfather's aunt, hardly knew her). My mother in law was going to watch my kids.
This morning she calls at around 8am saying that her dad (my husband's grandpa) was having chest pains and she had to take him to the emergency room and couldn't watch my kids. That was fine, I decided I'd just take them with me.
The kids don't have any "funeral" clothes, so I went out to the mall and had a hell of a time finding my daughter anything appropriate. She's 3, and apparently everything is smeared with princesses - not very funeral appropriate. FINALLY I get everything I need (by the way, shopping for my son, who's 4, was no problem and took like 5 minutes). We're getting ready to walk out of the mall to go to the parking lot so we could go home, get dressed and head to the funeral. Then my husband calls.....
"Baby, I think I broke my ankle." OH S&*%$@^%$!!!!!!!! I think to myself. We are uninsured an an emergency visit is very, very expensive. So, we had to skip the funeral to go meet my husband at the hospital. It turns out his grandpa is at the same hospital! His grandpa was fine, just a case of pluracy (?).
It turns out my husband didn't break anything, just tore all the ligaments in his ankle. It looks like a large orange is growing out the side of it. He does construction, so I have no idea how long he'll be out of work. The whole day pretty much sucked. I went out of my way to get clothes for my kids for a funeral we didn't even get to go to and now I've got an insane hospital bill to look forward to. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Ok, I feel slightly better now.