So… the lice thing was anticlimactic. I kept combing and never found another thing that looked remotely suspicious. I have continued to check children randomly. Nothing. I panicked over nothing.
I’ve never been so thrilled to have been wrong.
We were moving the chicken tractor… 600 pound coop on two wheels… and I tripped and fell backwards. My hand swelled. A lot. It hurt. A lot. I waited a full 24 hours before I had it x-rayed. Not broken. Just over extended and pinched tendons creating a world of hurt. So now I sit in a splint that Elliot loves because I match her favorite co-op teacher.
I’m getting old. On the bright side, the x-ray showed zero arthritis.
The nurse asked me if I’m still 5’7”. I can’t decide if she thinks I might have shrunk or grown taller. I’m feeling too young for the first and too old for the latter.
Tomorrow Liberty has her first job interview of sorts. She applied at Braum’s, a fast food/ice cream shop/ mini grocery store here. It kind of sounds like she’s already hired and tomorrow is just for paperwork. I’m not really sure. She’s excited at the prospect though. She’s dreaming of turning 16 in June and driver’s license, car purchase, and financial freedom.
Never mind. I really am old. How is she so grown up?!