No 2 broke his arm yesterday, on the 2nd minute of his 2nd rugby match of the season. Buckle fracture, cast and no contact sports for 6 to 8 weeks.
It is going to be fun.
He's already bored out of his mind, and we're only a day into the sentence... it totally feels like a sentence... for me... you have no idea what it's going to be like to have No 2 off sports. It will be ugly..
I took him and No 3 for a quick ran around on top of the hill. It was windy and crispy (bloody cold actually) and he chilled out a little.
Did I mention he also broke a window this afternoon?
Apparently he was trying to open it and it was stuck and his knee slipped, .... I know... don't ask... why was a knee involved? I really don't want to know, I'm trying to be all zen about it.
He was sorry.
And to be honest... he's had a pretty horrid week... his favourite art teacher resigned, he broke his arm and then the window... I couldn't go heavy on the lad.
It was a beautiful evening and the wind definitively blew away all the cobwebs.
Now I'm waiting for the chicken to cook with a glass of white wine by my side... here's to a better week to come!