I'm tired and cranky and can't wait for him to be able to get himself to the bathroom and bathe the stinky 12 year old smell off himself properly.
Of course the broken kid is the one who asked his father to teach him how to make coffee and how I like mine fixed so he could bring me coffee in bed on Saturday mornings. (Is my kid awesome or what? He knows how to ensure the weekend is a good one!) Saturday just isn't the same with him broken.
Nope, no more newborns for us. I like self-sufficient 12 and 13 year olds. Is it selfish of me to feel sorry for myself when it's my kid who has a broken leg?