Poor Grey

Last Monday was the ultimate crazy Mom day. I drove to work (first time since feet surgery) but my dad did follow me so he could drive me to my classes (campus is BIG and difficult to navigate when you have two broken feet). We made it back to work and I was so excited to put my full day in. I still had to drive myself back to my night class but I was doing ok-had this under control. Then my dad called to say Grey needed stitches. "Rushed" (driving in a snow storm isn't really rushing) to InstaCare just in time for loves and kisses. He was shaking with shock and was really scared about getting a shot (which he didn't get). They actually just glued and all was better. My dad then had to drive me BACK to school (surgical shoes don't navigate well in the snow) and I was only 50 mins late for class. Phew! We drove home around 9 eating Crown Burger hamburgers for dinner. Best ending to a chaotic day.


This was taken the following day. Grey was FINE but knew I was taking the pic for Daddy so he had to look all sad and pathetic so Adam would call and give him lots and lots of sympathy. Grey knows he has his dad wrapped around his fat finger :)