Labor Day is long past. The kids are finished with their seventh week of school and I still am wishing for that summer vacation that never happened. I feel like I lost the summer of 2011. Not that it wasn't swelteringly hot, but I never seemed to get into the swing of things this year. Why not? Here's the count.
Children with pneumonia: 3
Children in the hospital with pneumonia: 1
Various other unrelated fevers in the children: 6
Flea infestation (due to caring for sick people and forgetting to give the dog his medicine): 2 rooms
Lesson plans written: 4 kids worth
Sprained ankle: 1
That last entry happened last weekend. On Saturday morning, my husband and I got up early and went for a walk. Something we'd started doing last spring and in the craziness and illness of the summer had given up in June or early July. After our lovely walk in the cool morning air, we came home, drank coffee and my husband cooked breakfast. I busied myself around the house and got up on a chair to push back the curtains and let the light in. Then I stepped off the chair. Wrong. I hit the floor, the piano, and everything felt like my ankle was on fire.
Fortunately, it wasn't broken, but a week later, it is still bruised and swollen and when I spent yesterday morning helping 12 young girls in the kitchen to make angel food cakes, I had to spend the rest of the day on the couch with plenty of ibuprofen and ice.
You probably wonder why, with all this extra time on my hands to sit around, I haven't been blogging more. I'll just claim that the dog ate my homework.