Today was Hotter's and my anniversary. He texted me when he woke up (I leave for work before everyone else is awake, while it's still dark out) to say that he was more in love with me now than he was four years ago, which was sweet. When I got home, Little Child overheard me thanking Hotter for the "happy anniversary" text, and said "OH DOES THAT MEAN WE CAN HAVE A SPECIAL DINNER, LIKE PIZZA???" I said no, that neither Hotter nor I would choose pizza to celebrate the occasion, and that it was really more about us than him, and then I went to take a nap because I worked a double yesterday and didn't get home until seven hours before I had to leave for work again.
The next thing I knew Hotter was standing over me yelling my name, and I opened my eyes to blood EVERYWHERE. He'd had a glass break in his hands as he was doing dishes and slash his wrist, hitting at least one blood vessel in the process. I unrolled several paper towels, had Hotter apply pressure to the wound, and told him to get in the car so we could go to the ER. He said he wasn't going to Local Teaching Hospital and to take him to Urgent Care. I said the cut looked too deep for Urgent Care, and that they'd probably send us to the ER, and Hotter's legs promptly buckled so I decided to get him in the car and just head to Urgent Care and see what they said.
Wouldn't you know it, they took one look, said they saw tendon and the wound was therefore too deep for Urgent Care, and we then had to double back, give Big Child Hotter's phone and some pizza money, and go to Local Teaching Hospital after all. So Little Child got his wish, Hotter got stitched up by a hand surgeon, and I am touched that my husband went to such lengths to have dinner (fast food) out without the kids but have told him I'd rather stay in next year.
How are all of YOU?