My house is spotless because we already did our Team Responsibilities (chores). The kids have been in their swimming suits all day. We played in the water this morning. The fun surprise was that our beloved first grade teacher and her boys were there so we played with them. We’re out slipping and sliding some more.
Other accomplishments include our new summer journals. I bought some notebooks for the boys and a pad of blank paper for Gwen. The plan is to have them write (or draw pictures) each night before bed. Today we covered them in scrapbook paper and stickers. Then I covered everything in clear contact paper. More because the scrapbook paper wasn’t sticking real well but they will be protected too. They’re cute.
I worked out this morning. But I just sliced my big toe and toenail open trying to move the racking fracking umbrella that kept tipping over in the wind. It didn’t hurt at the time but it hurts now that I have it wrapped in bandaids. Hopefully it doesn’t put a damper on my new surge of exercise motivation.
It’s a million degrees. The kids are mostly happy and not whining or fighting. I’m blogging in my sanctuary. Life is good. I could definitely get used to this!
I hope your toe does better than mine. I kicked the chair one morning three weeks ago when I was reaching for my morning-take on an empty stomach pill. I still have a bruise and it hurts to ware shoes. Hey, I though you were suppose to wear shoes all the time as a diabetic. I know, I hate them too.,
Funny you should mention shoes. I was wearing shoes! Well, if you can call flip flops shoes. Actually, I’m really glad that’s what I was wearing. Real shoes would have been ruined. And no shoes would have left blood all over my carpet. The blood pooled in the bottom of my flip flop and I was able to gingerly walk into the kitchen to take care of my toe that was bleeding so much I thought I hit an artery. Not sure how else I would have been able to care for myself if I didn’t have shoes on.
My toe doesn’t really hurt anymore. I was able to work out this morning. I just haven’t looked at it since I bandaged it up. I don’t want to know! Toe bruises seem to last forever. My sympathies on yours. Stupid pills!