EvansMom

Persuant to my vents about how hard Monday was, today went pretty good…until this evening. **roll eyes** Brandon was biking home from playing with friends at the park this evening, when he hit a stone, and flipped/fell off. It looks like it will probably be another hundred or so bucks to repair it b/c the angle of the fall bent his front tire.  Not to mention his scraped up arm, hand, and knees…bad enough considering he was wearing a sweater. Then, while my dh was showering, I left Brandon in the driveway shooting on his net while I took Evan on a bike ride to the park. I heard the ball hit the garage door as I was leaving and gave him "the look".  He knows that means business and to be more careful to make sure his slap shots are landing in the net. When I came home, I saw the pile of glass that he had nicely reassembled into a neat pile…shattered lantern/light fixture.  Honestly, I know that accidents happen, so I remained calm and forgave him when he asked, but two big accidents like that in one evening???  Can someone please remind me that tomorrow will be a new day with no mistakes???  Since these kind of things tend to happen in threes, he naturally spilled his milk all over the floor before heading off to bed.  Is the day nearly over yet? 

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