I'm not gonna cry...nope not gonna do it.

the splint...

Yesterday wasn't a bad day. It was just rough. And long. And tiring. And frustrating.
So I was excited to go to Salt Lake to see little Tori at Primary Chilren's. I sent JL and JS to the Primary President's house to play and just took JT with me. While I was there, we had a problem, and I wasn't able to see Tori. They had to take Kayla to the emergency room. Of course I was fine with that, there was nothing I could do about it.
I got a phone call from the Primary Pres. She said, "I have a little boy here who fell off the swingset, and only wants his Mommy." I talked to JS and told him that he was probably just really tired and that I would be home soon. He said, "Mom, Ninja Turtles are tough, but this really hurts." So I left. I was stuck in traffic for 2 hours with a crying JT who only wanted milk in his bottle and a nap. He didn't fall asleep, and by the time I got to Layton, I decided to stop at Grandma's house and grab some milk. I then realized that I didn't change JT before we left the hospital, and that our 2 hours spent in Salt Lake traffic probably wasn't good for his diaper. I got him out of the car, and he was soaked. I got him inside to change him and feed him, while the only thing making him happy was my cell phone. Yes, this was a bad idea, but I felt bad that he was crying so much. Well, he decided that my phone looked like a football, and tossed it to the floor. ...right before it died, I got a text message that i'm sure was from Aunt Carrie. I don't know what she needed or what's going on with Kayla or Tori, because the phone is broken. Well, I drive home to find Steven holding JS. I notice that JS isn't using his arm. Yup, my phone isn't the only thing that's broken. So I took him to the doctor, and our suspicions were confirmed. JS will be in a splint until tomorrow because his arm is swollen, and tomorrow they will put him in a cast.
I went to bed before anything else could go wrong.