"basketball should be illegal!"

Nobody likes to see the caller-ID and see your kid's school come up at 1:30 in the afternoon (especially when you just got BOTH of the littler ones to sleep!). Needless to say, I thought I was getting a call that Courtney was sick and I would have to wake the other two up and go get her. It was indeed the school nurse, but she was calling to inform me that during PE Courtney was involved in an accident. My heart sank, and of course that "worse case scenario" thing starts going off in your head, but the nurse told me Bug had just bonked heads with another student. They had her put ice on her head for about a half hour and asked her how she was feeling. She said she wanted to go back to class (quite surprising...seeing as how she was then on her way to a poetry quiz!) but she wanted someone to call me so I was aware of the situation.

When Courtney walked through the door, the first thing out of her mouth was "They should make basketball illegal!" I told her she might be over-reacting just a little, to which she replied with "But Connor just broke his foot last week playing basketball in PE, it is way too dangerous! I mean, why do I have to play a bunch of sports I don't even like anyway?!?" The kid was on the warpath!

I told her that if it weren't for PE, a lot of kids would never know that they liked or were good at a certain sport...she rolled her eyes, and was done.

So the school nurse sent home a sheet stating what to be on the look-out for when it comes to a concussion or other head injury. It said to make sure to wake her up about midnight or so, just to see if she was easy to wake up indicating no head injury. Usually, that girl is spring loaded when you open her bedroom door, but recently she has been harder to wake up (I think it has something to do with the bigger bed, more room..who knows). Jeff and I debated for a few minutes as to whether or not to wake her up. So finally, I decide that I'm going to check on her, and I creep up to her door, and ever so slowly open the door...and wouldn't you know it, this was one of those "spring loaded" kinda nights. Almost through tears she asked me "Who's there, what's....who are you?" I told her I was just checking on her, that she was fine, I was sorry, and she should go back to sleep. Jeff and I were laughing so hard we were afraid we were going to wake up all the girls.