I’m here, I’m alive – but it’s EOG week and if you think it’s a tough week for the kids, double that for the teachers! There is so much pressure on the school, the kids and the teachers. I could rant for days on the evils of testing, but I won’t here. I’ll just remember that by the time many of you read this I’ll be well into the very last EOG I’ll ever have to give. I’ll try to keep from singing when we’re finished.
I’ve been clomping around in a boot for three and a half weeks now. The doctor re-x-rayed it Wednesday afternoon and said it was doing great. I’ve gone down from the dreaded boot to a fracture shoe. Much smaller and lighter, but I still may wear the boot to school tomorrow because I’m loving wearing shorts every day.
Coming home Wednesday afternoon I told Nick that the doctor said the foot was doing well and I should just be careful not to do any housework, cooking, laundry, or yard work for the next three months. I was swiftly warned about the possible results of lying to one’s husband. Okay, maybe the doctor didn’t say it, but I know it was said in the doctor’s office while I was there.
The stupid laundry got me spanked last week – it wasn’t the first time and the spanking was pretty hard. Nick said, “I’m going to have to do something about this laundry situation.” I’m so happy I didn’t blurt out the first thing that came to mind, which was, “Thank heavens, I thought you were going to make me do something about it!” I don’t think that would have lightened or shortened the spanking any.
School is soon out and I really do hope to be here more. I miss being here. Summer is definitely on the horizon and I can’t wait!