The Good , The bad, And the Ugly.

Hello friends. Two months ago my husbands son came to live with us permanently for the first time . He had always lived with his mother and just came to visit for the weekends and in summer when he wanted for a few days or a week. It was such a happy moment for my husband and we thought everything was going great. My son and daughter were so happy to have him living here finally and we got him all signed up for the new school and took care of all the switching of things around and I was happy to have him here all the time now.We all thought everything was going just fine and everyone was happy together.

This week started out so nice. I felt half way good and was trying to get some things done in between running kids to appointments and doing a bunch of sewing projects and other craft things. I had plans to go to a craft show on saturday and sell some rice therapy pillows, baby bundles,and some really cute tiny cork boards I had designed. I had worked all week on stuff and was so excited to be able to maybe sell a few things and see all the other exciting things people had there to sell as well.

Wednesday night came along and my stepson had asked to go have dinner with his mom and nana and we said sure go have fun . He returned later that night and was kinda acting funny and went to his room. I asked if something wrong and so did dad he said no he was ok.

Thursday morning kids all got up and getting ready for school Hubby got ready for work along with them and making conversation to stepson saw picture of his van he drew he said "you taking picture to school?'' he said NO it is a note for you I cant tell you face to face, Hubby said , "you want to go back to live with your mom dont you?" without even reading it yet. Yes he did.
So thinking it would be the weekend when we would be moving him back in with his mom and everyone being heartbroken and upset we said ok. We went about our day and after about 2 hours we got a phone call from him at school saying he decided that instead of the weekend it was going to be that day and mom was already signing him out of school and picking him up. So he was signed out and picked up then came and retrieved his bookbag with clothes and left.

Friday morning the kids went to school and hubby went to work as usual. I thought well today I am gonna start cleaning out sons room for when he comes to get things and started to do some packing. Next thing I know the phone rings. I answer and who should be on the other end but the school principal! I have some bad news for you Mrs. Rice, I have to suspend your son for a few days because he was caught with tobacco in his lip today at school. So I had to go get my oldest son from school on Friday .

In the meantime my son proceeds to tell me OH by the way mom, You need to take me to hospital too because I was angry at myself for getting busted and punched a wall now I think I re-broke my hand . I took him to hospital and got him fixed up and reminded him how He really needs to quit being a jackass and doing this stuff.This is the 3 time he has broken his hand in the last 2 years from same thing, and last year he also kicked a locker and broke his toe for same reason. I have to go Monday with him to get his fine payment plan and figure out now how he is going to pay probably a 169.00 dollar fine!

Saturday was kind of a blah day I was up all night trying to finish up my stuff for the craft show the night before and was so tired that I said forget it and didnt end up going cause wasnt feeling good so slept most afternoon.

Sunday my hubby and oldest son get up and decide to clean up some stuff outside and then go help a friend of ours cut up some firewood. I stayed at home and had to run some errands. I was gone maybe an hour and came home to 5 messages on answering machine which 2 of them were letting me know I needed to get to the Hospital cause my hubby had cut his leg with the chainsaw!!! I hurried to get to the hospital to find my husband and when I get there he is in the middle of getting his wound irrigated and cleaned. e ended up with 3 stitches on the inside and 10 on the outside It was a doozy.He had hit the top end of his left knee with the bottom of the saw.

He had shut off the saw and thought when it hit him it was just the catcher teeth . Then as he took a few steps he realized something did not feel right and noticed his jeans were red as his friend and my son came running over yelling what did you do?? He said I thought it was off and I just hit my leg with the catch teeth when it hurt a little but I guess I was wrong. I said to myself after this I am so glad this week is over with because if one more thing had gone wrong I was going to scream. So now I am just hoping our bad luck is done with and we can start over with a good one.