Mom of the Year Afternoon

So, I had an interesting afternoon.  Sam wanted to go out on the boat with some guys and wake skate and so, long story short, I volunteered to watch my kids, my friend Jen's 3 kids and my neighbor's 1 kid at Jen's house so her hubby could go as she had a hair appt.  I was supposed to be there a little after 5.  About 4:30 I was in the basement uploading pictures of school and the boys were down with me playing.  Carter started to try and pick up Sam's 25 lb weight and almost rolled it over on his foot.  I. being a good mother, quickly stopped him and (in hindsight) foolishly told them they could play with my two 5 lb weights.  I mean - they're just 5 lbs - they couldn't hurt themselves, could they?

A few minutes later - screaming from Carter - him running to me yelling "he dropped it on my finger, he dropped it on my finger" and holding his finger.

At this point I wasn't really concerned.  I grabbed his hands and tried to calm him down.  Then I looked down at my hands and see the blood dripping between my fingers.

Oh my.

I pull my hands away to look at his finger and see that his right pinky fingernail is not sitting nicely on his finger but sticking up almost a half inch above his finger. 

Oh my.

We quickly go upstairs to the bathroom and I try and rinse off his finger with water.

Now the screaming really begins.  Carter was crying too.

No, actually I was very calm.  I'm trying to look at his finger without passing out to decide if it is broken or if I need to take him to the doctor.   His fingernail is almost completely pulled off and is sticking up and crooked on his finger, there is a gash in his finger beside the nail and some skin missing below the nail. 

And bleeding like crazy. 

Poor Caleb - he was standing in the door, looking scared and saying, "I want Daddy."

Me too, buddy.

I call Sam, but he is on the boat and can't really help me (me calling him caused him to stop the boat getting the rope tangled in the prop of the boat causing them to spend the next 1.5 hours untangling and cutting the rope and a couple of fingers), so I call our neighbor who was getting ready to bring his kid over and head out to meet Sam and go out on the boat.  He came over and looked at it and agreed that there wasn't a reason to take him to the doctor - it doesn't appear broken. 

So I get Carter cleaned up, bandage on, hug Caleb, pray with Carter, neighbor comes over, haven't figured out dinner, need to leave in 15 minutes to make it to Jen's house.

Gotta move the extra car seat from Sam's car into the van.  Take the boys outside so I can move the seat.  Crazy-safety-car seat installer hubby has put the seat in the car sooooo tight that I can't get it loosened up to unlatch it. 

Sweating in the 105 degree heat index.  Three little boys running around and climbing in and out of the van.

Call neighbor to find out how to get his keys to get kid's seat out of their car.  Go through his garage, get keys, unlatch seat, carry seat to van, install seat, buckle up 3 kids. 

Get in the car, go through drive thru and pick up Old McDonalds and go to Jen's to watch 6 kids. 

Taking care of the 6 kids was the easiest part of the whole afternoon.