they broke my baby!

Last Thursday I got a message from DS, who, if you have been reading my blog you know we dropped at college for preseason football on August 16th. "Mom.... This is your son. Broke my leg. I'll call you later." Then a couple of minutes later same deadpan voice "Mom.... The trainer thought that was a really mean message to leave so.... I broke my fibula. It's a non-weight bearing bone. I might not even need a cast. I can't play football for 6 weeks. Love you. Bye." Now if you knew DS you would know that he is no stranger to broken bones, one arm once, the other arm twice, right leg once and minor finger dislocations and breaks and now a left leg to add to the collection. Last year our football season consisted of football game on Friday night, ice over the weekend, x-ray Monday morning then to the Dr. for diagnosis, taping, whatever. The Dr. had stopped even making us come to the office before the x-ray. We would call him and he would call the order over to the hospital and we would just bring it to the office with us to cut down on time. So with this history you can imagine I was quite immune to the panic. It was the next message that really made my stomach drop. "Mom. I might not be able to be in the regiment..." Now here was a real problem. The regiment is required for the program he signed up for and we had just paid a small fortune for him to attend. Since DS had learned this from "some woman in the hall at the dorm. I think she is the RA" (DS has never been big on details in real life. It amazes me how he can know every detail of a band, it's members, songs they performed and dates they were released, but can't be bothered to find out when an assignment is due) I called the school to find out the real story and what his real options were. Well after back and forth for most of the day I was told that he really only had 2 options, leave and come back next year or go this year, take his academic classes, but not be in the regiment until next year and do a missed cruise after graduation. Not ideal, but setting him back only 2 months instead of a year. We called DS that night to discuss his options with him and he decided he wanted to come home to talk about it. So off to college DH drove on Friday after work to pick him up. By the time DH got there DS had really already decided to stay, but he wanted to come home to pack his clothes himself. Since the regiment required uniforms (another small fortune) that he will not be qualified to wear he brought those home and had to get his street clothes. New problem, we thought he was going to be wearing uniforms so he had pretty much worn all of his regular clothes to work in and most weren't really fit for school. So Saturday off shopping we went for new clothes, new sheets, since we decided to save the white, regimental, non-fitted ones for next year and a different non-regimental backpack that could carry both his laptop and books since he is going to be having enough trouble getting around as it is. Then Sunday morning bright and early back to college we went to hopefully drop him off for good this time. Needless to say there was no quilting, no unpacking, nothing productive done this weekend. I suppose it was productive that we have him ready for college AGAIN, but I thought we had already done that so it didn't feel like progress. That made 4 - 6+ hour round trips to college in 11 days. Since college is only a 3 hour round trip from our other house DH dryly commented on the way home "Boy, I'm so glad we moved closer to work so I won't have to drive so much." Sometimes you just have to have a sense of humor. :c)