This weekend we kept it pretty low-key, well, for the most part, but I'll get to that in a bit.
Friday I was my usual boring homebody self. We made dinner, vegged in front of the TV, and then made a trip to Target to look at camping supplies. For the record I'm not a fan of camping, but N wants to try it, so I'm keeping an open mind. While we didn't find a vast array of camping gear at Target (go figure), we did find an area rug for our family room. For the longest time I've been obsessing over this rug from Overstock, but the one at Target was half the price and has a little color in it, so in the cart it went.
Even though he was exhausted after, he still had the neighbor's kids over to work in the garage on the woodworking projects they were wanting to complete. I took the liberty of making chocolate chip cookies during this time, and with my first dozen in the oven N comes in with a paper towel over his finger with the color draining out of his face. He runs the faucet and there's a nice gash going across his index finger, deep enough to warrant an assessment from my mom who's a RN. She deems it Urgent Care-worthy, so in the car they go. The doctor there assesses that he's cut the tendon in his finger, but hasn't cut through it, so while he won't need anything more than some stitches, it'll hurt like a B until it heals. 5 stitches later he's back just in time for dinner, and then some relaxing (with Advil) before bed.
This guy always knows how to keep me on my toes.