"It's only 8:15," I said, to which Bart responded "Bedtime!" (He gets up at 4 or 5 in the morning, or something awful like that.)
"I'm not sleepy," I replied, "but I would like to curl up on the couch with a book and read for awhile."
We were sitting there, pondering our options, when Kyra screamed and the other kids began calling frantically for us.
It seems Kyra had picked up a small wooden box and then dropped it directly on her foot. The toenail popped off - what is it with this family and toenail injuries? - and she was spurting blood everywhere.
We carried her to the van and off I drove with her to the Arab Medical Center ER. (I always pull ER duty because I can't stand to be the one left behind. It's a major part of my mom-ness, that I'm the one there with them, and I cannot stay home when one of my babies goes to the hospital.)
They x-rayed the foot - no broken bones. And, since part of the toenail is still attached to the nailbed, they opted to leave it on rather than surgically remove it. Having gone through surgical toenail removal with our eldest, I can assure you that I was greatly relieved.
So we got lucky. They cleaned the wound and taped up the toe before sending us on our way. I was a little worried because I didn't have a ton of money on me, and overseas, we have to pay cash for these kinds of things. But the grand total for x-rays, exam and wound cleaning was 29 JD - less than $50.
I think my chances of curling up on the couch with a book are pretty much nil at this point in my life.