Not a good start.

Well, what a morning.

 I was about to enter the Lincoln Tunnel when I realized my phone was vibrating ( forgot to put the ringer back on after a match) I looked at my phone and saw that there were 8 CALLS from my husband!!! My heart went cold. I knew something was wrong. Of course there wasn't reception in the tunnel and I was freaking out, ( its a very long tunnel) 

Finally I was able to reach him and slowly ( too slowly) he began to tell me what had happened.

He had brought my youngest to school in our Pathfinder, parked, and as my son was leaving went to put his computer bag in the trunk. The door of the trunk is very heavy and he used both hands to slam it shut. Unbeknown to him, my son had come back to say goodbye and the trunk slammed down on his head!! My husband knew right away that this was serious, lots of blood and the force he had used closing the trunk. He rushed him to a clinic and as they were at the clinic my son threw up twice and was dizzy. They then rushed to the Emergency Room.

This is when I caught up with my husband. So at that point, we knew my son would need stitches and a Cat Scan. My husband said he had it under control. I said I would stay and finish my business and then meet him at the hospital. I think I was in shock. I went to two of my vendors and then realized, "I've got to get out of here!!" I needed to be with my son and my husband, who was riddled with guilt. So, I proceeded to rush out of the city. Luckily we live about 30 minutes away and I made it to the hospital in no time.

...just as my son was skipping out the Emergency Room door, smiling broadly. I see my husband looking like he had been hit by a truck, yet relieved at the same time.

Kevin is fine, three stitches, slight concussion, no sports for a week. No skull fracture.

My husband, not so fine. I think he will need a few drinks when he gets home tonight!