“When things go wrong don’t go with them” – Elvis Presley
Our Father’s Day did not go as planned this year. If it could go wrong, it kind of did.
It got off on the wrong foot when my hubby got called into work late Saturday night due to problems. He came home Sunday morning, and we decided to just postpone our day a little while he napped to catch up. Once he was up and running, we decided we’d rather have dinner somewhere that evening to celebrate Father’s Day since we’d scratched our celebratory breakfast plans.
After a few errands and lunch, he was off to play soccer with his usual Sunday afternoon league. This is when things went downhill. He texted me to see if I’d like to bring the kids over to watch. Since the short kid was napping, I declined. After all, she’d had a level 9 meltdown in Costco earlier, and I really wanted her to get her…beauty sleep.
About an hour later, he called and quickly said, “Hey, can you come get me, I’ve hurt my leg at the game.” He was very nonchalant about the whole thing. I hung up, grabbed the kids (as quickly as that goes, which is not quick at all) and we headed to the fields to pick up Daddy.
When we get there, I see four grown men carrying my husband across the field to my car. He is almost crying from pain. I’m now at level 9 freak out.
They load him into the cargo area of the car because he can’t entertain the thought of sitting in a seat and bending his leg. Off to the ER we go.
After a day of staggering pain at home, he is admitted to the hospital and there he remains.
As a loved one posted on Facebook – He deserves a Father’s Day Do-over! I couldn’t agree more.