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?!
Oh no, how Blessed you are not to be hurt worse. Hopefully your hand will be well very soon.
WOW! How did she get to be almost 16 so fast. Believe me… you are not old at all. Ha!! Now those teenagers driving, might make you old a bit sooner. Hehe!!
Teaching kids to drive had never crossed my mind – mostly, it never occurred to me that this wasn’t in the same ballpark as potty training, teaching them to tie their shoes, or teaching them to read. It’s terrifying! Putting them behind the wheel… especially of a 15 passenger van, is a whole level of fear and trembling I’d not experienced previously. I’ll look 90 before I finish teaching the last kid. Or I’ll hand it off to their father. I’m seriously considering the latter.