What a craptastic day. Started of by driving to the nearest "big" town, which is about 30 minutes away, to drop the truck off to get fixed. Get there and they had no clue we were supposed to be there.

. Drive home, pick up my daughter, and drive BACK to same town to take her to the Dr. She got stung by something between her toes Friday night, and her foot is all red and swollen. Said it's fine, and it just takes time to heal. Whatever. Decide to swing by the grocery store...get food. Keep in mind, I'm in the itty bitty car, with two kids (had my youngest with me, too). Trunk full, back seat 1/2 full.
Driving home, get a call. "Middle son" got hit in the with a ball, but he looks ok...just want to let you know". MIddle son is at baseball practice for All-Stars. Five minutes later, another call "Middle son" is getting a big lump, and his pupils are dilated, I think he needs to be taken in". SO I drive to the field, still with all the crap in the car, and get middle son. He's been hit right above the left eye with a line drive to third during batting practice. Pick up son, cram all the stuff in the car, drive home, unload all the stuff into the driveway, leave oldest and youngest to get it all hauled in and put away, and off the same town, 30 minutes away, again, to the ER.
He's fine, aside for the lump and black eye...nothing broken, no concussion, thank goodness.
I think I need a drink.