the boy has been bouncing on the trampoline for years. since he was a small chubby little guy. he has always gone out there on his own and would just jump, up and down on his own for the longest time. it has always been like he goes in a zone, time in his own head, scheming and imagining. it would calm him, it has always been his go to when he got shooed outside. well, yesterday was the day that came to an end, snap. the boy broke his arm. yes, it was bound to happen yes, trampolines are an accident waiting to happen no, there is not a net around it yes, i am an awful mom so now that we have gotten that out of the way. it went down like this, the first day of summer break, the boy got shooed outside and off fortnite. jumping away he goes, and attempts the cardinal trampoline sin, a flip. doesn't land the flip and snap, just like a pencil snapping as he would describe it. Clea...
getting it done - retired from drinking - and keeping it all together, together.