I got home last night from our dress rehearsal around 11:30PM, took a shower and when I was done I was greeted with a "Hi Mom!" from Roxy who was wide awake. It was a warm and welcome hello as I often do not like coming home to a quiet house. She and I snuggled for a bit and then I put her (and myself!) to bed.

Then this morning:

6:45AM - Kids wake up = I wake up. Dillen tells me all about her car crash nightmare while Roxy sings Tomorrow at the top of her lungs.
7:00AM - We're out of bed and realize the rain outside is starting to come down hard = no outside play this morning. The girls were excited at the thought of watching a movie instead... why not?
7:15AM - Lady and the Tramp starts and the girls are bundled in blankets on the couch since the house feels like it's 30 below - I crank the heater to 80 degrees.
8:25AM - Roxy asks for a pen and paper and I start the hunt for a pen that works.
8:27AM - I sneak a Hershey's Kiss from the kitchen while hunting for the pen being careful not to let the girls see.
8:28AM - Roxy is at my feet looking curiously at my mouth and probably wondering what I'm eating. But she's so excited to get a pen she let's it go.
8:29AM - I am ready to give up looking for a pen but then think that there might be one at the front door dresser. I start rummaging through the drawer and then hear Roxy screaming in pain right behind me. I spin around to see her holding her left arm tightly with her right hand and looking at me in horror.
8:30AM - Sean walks through the door to the chaos and I look at him bewildered as to why Roxy is screaming.

I tried to look at her arm but Roxy only cried even more. My mind starts spinning trying to figure out what happened. I knew she was twirling behind me. Could she have whipped her arm around so hard it dislodged itself from the socket? Did she hit it so hard on the wall that she fractured a bone?... oh my God, what if she has bone cancer - no child screams THIS hard without something being seriously wrong. I made the decision to take her to the ER. Roxy wouldn't let me put her in her car seat. Each time I tried she held her arm close to her body even more. I told Sean he had to drive and I would seat belt Roxy in with me in the back seat and hold on for dear life.

8:50AM - We are filling out paperwork at the ER when Roxy starts to smile, talk and act like nothing is wrong. She asks for a pen and paper and, once I give it to her, she starts drawing using the "injured" arm. Now that she's not crying, she is free to have this conversation:

Me: Roxy, does your arm still hurt?
Roxy: No. My arm all better!
Me: How did it get hurt?
Roxy: I bonked it on wall.
Me: Where on your arm? Here? (Pointing to the forearm where she had been holding it.)
Roxy: No. Here. (Pointing to her funny bone.)

We never turned in the paperwork and never saw the doctor... what a way to start the day.