Broke As A Joke

September was one of THOSE months. There was a little of the good mixed in with the not so good but we pushed through and then October hit hard with this:

Diagnosis: broken tibia AND fibia in the right leg

That happened Monday when The Nub was standing on one of our our tall kitchen chairs and his brother lovingly gave it a shove, causing his leg to slide out the back of chair and said tall chair to come crashing down on top of it with all his body weight. Snap, scream, boom - a twofer in the broken bone department.

It's Wednesday morning right now and we have an appointment with an orthopedic specialist who will hopefully set the bones back in place and give that leg some attention. The Nub has been 2 whole days now with no cast, and no pain medication other than ibuprofen every 6 hours. My mother heart is starting to develop a lot of feelings around my tough boy and his twice broken leg. 

Paul has been at school and working non-stop. Oh, and we had to tear up both side yards and our entire back yard after some backfill and sinkage issues. 

Step 1: remove sod you just laid a week ago

Step 2: get tractor you rented stuck because you tried to fix the damn problem yourself.
Note to self, NOPE.

Step 3: get car stuck trying to pull out the tractor that's already stuck. Ruin more sod. Cry.
Not pictured: Step 4, 5, 6, and 7- -call dad in tears to come rescue (he made it up in an hour), everyone gets unstuck.
Builder agrees to fix fill and compaction issues, yay builder!
We stay friends with builder.
Backhoe and Bobcats came yesterday with lots more dirt.

We still have to rake things out some more and lay the rest of the sod back down, but it's handled and mostly I just feel relief.

Who would the Verbies be if we didn't always do things the hard way?  

Blurgh.