It's freakin' broken?

Yep. It's freakin' broken.

#1 broke his toe.

Since this is his second broken bone (broke leg @ age 2), I guess you can officially say that I am a card carrying member of the bad mom club.

The worst part about the whole situation is that it actually happened last Thursday.

That's right, people. My poor child has been going around town with his toe broken for 5 whole days.

It's because he never complains. The only reason I even thought to take him to the doctor was because I'm neurotic and I pull off his sock a couple of times a day and fiddle with it.

"Does this hurt?"

"Does this hurt?"

"Does this hurt? Huh? Does it? Does it?"

I probably broke the darn thing messing with it so much. Gosh, I hope not :(.

So how did he break it?

No exciting score on the field, no dramatic accident, no harrowing attack.

He jumped off of his bed (he has a middle level bed just high enough to store things under) and hit it on his dresser on the way down.

He cried, briefly.

His dad told him to suck it up.

Actually, I distinctly recall him saying, "Okay buddy, stop crying, it's not like it's broken."

Oh, but it was! His sweet pickle toe had suffered a hairline fracture.

So this morning, I went into his room to wake him up for school and snatched off his sock like I've been doing every morning since last Thursday. Only this time it was different. It looked swollen. Very swollen. And he was still wincing in pain when I put it through it's daily checks.

It shouldn't be swelling and still hurting five days later.

So, instead of to the bus stop we rushed off to our pediatrician's walk in hour. And, from there we went to the radiologist. And then, to another radiologist b/c the receptionist at the first stupid, freakin', annoying radiologist's office let us stand at the desk for ten minutes while she complained to someone on the phone about why she is misunderstood b/c she really is the best employee (um, no, you are not) only to eventually roll her eyes at us and inform us that they are not able to scan his foot b/c they are moving and the machines are all packed up.

Idiot.

But, after waiting over an hour in a waiting room full of people who were not too happy to enjoy the spirited sounds of a one year old, we were able to learn that his toe was in fact broken. They informed us that we need to buddy tape his toes and he should "take it easy" for a few weeks.

Not sure what "take it easy" means exactly as it concerns a pretty active 7 year old, but we'll see.

The most amazing part about the whole situation is that he just wanted to hurry up and get outta the place so he could make it to school. He really didn't want to miss recess or be marked absent.

Come on dude! Your toe is broken! It's okay to miss a day.

But, nope. He's working on perfect attendance and he doesn't want to mess it up for some dumb old broken toe.