I have 1 week in which to prepare for the high school graduation of YoungerDaughter.
My internet connection at home has been spotty – at best. The modem is dying, and has begun its last gasps of hot, tainted air. The cable company told me they’d be out “somewhere between 8am and 5pm”. So… that means Tuesday, the 12th of never, right?
A couple of days ago, my youngest child, OnlySon – broke his left arm. Both bones.
The top one, the ulna, is a slight “greenstick” break, near his wrist. It just shows up on the x-ray as a “fuzzy line” (official radiology terminology, I assure you.)
This x-ray was taken after they casted his arm. Nope, they don’t re-set the bones on kids for this type of break. Surprised me too. There’s a long, complicated reason, the doctor explained and assured me about. However, if the bones shift any more within the next 3 weeks, OnlySon may have to have pins and plates surgically inserted into his arm to correct this.
To top it off, he has to wear his new appendage accessory for at least 6 weeks, with a possibility of a separate, shorter cast for another 3 weeks after that – depending on how it heals.
He was overjoyed at this pronouncement.
So, this means no swimming. For the whole summer. Or at least, most of it.
The one physical activity that OnlySon really gets into, and he isn’t going to be able to even splash around in a baby pool.
Last summer, we had most of our city flooded, including the public pool.
No swimming last year.
No swimming this year.
This also happened to occur 10 days before the end of his school year.
He had to stay out for the last 2 days, due to pain, and the effects of the pain medication the doctor put him on.
The end of this school year is looming over all of our heads like a vicious, man-eating hydra, snarling, dripping and horrible.
And every time you take care of one problem, cut off one of the heads – 2 more sprout and take its place.
Gotta love that Greek mythology.
So, I’m making lists, checking them – not twice, I’m not Santa Claus – but constantly, throughout the day, everyday.
Planning, re-planning, re-drawing my battle plans and lists.
Counting down to blastoff.
Where the hell are my cap and gown?
I should be graduating with honors for my multitasking abilities and for keeping my sanity.
That is – if I still have it at the end of next week.