This week has been a whirlwind! We celebrated my second son Phinehas’ 10th birthday, barely. I spent the day before driving the kids to and from his baseball tournament, forty-five minutes from home. On the way back early that afternoon, I could hardly keep my eyes open. More than once, the lines blurred on the road before me, alerting me to the fact that I was indeed drifting off to sleep. Making it home safely was a feat of sheer determination; I chalk it up to a small miracle.
Already that tired by one o’clock in the afternoon, I certainly did not expect to spend my evening in the ER with my 3-year old daughter. She entered the house just before dinnertime. Between heaving sobs, she explained that her brother had kicked a soccer ball at her arm, which she subsequently refused to use at all, shrilly screaming every time we touched it. Confused at how a soccer ball could inflict serious injury, but concerned at her inability to move her arm, we decided to take her in. After the hell that was x-rays, Mommy (me) climbed onto the hospital bed with Skyler to catch a cat nap at 9pm. It turned out that she had a contusion, or a bruise on her bone (three hours for that diagnosis). They splinted her arm and ordered a follow-up appointment with her pediatrician the next day. He confirmed the diagnosis. Although I am relieved that she was okay, the four hours it took to find out she had a bruise stole all the birthday preparation time I had available. (By the next day, she was able to use it just fine.)
It was a mad scramble that June 1st afternoon to decorate the house, wrap the gifts, bake the lemon cake, and make the birthday dinner: mac n cheese and hotdogs (all of my kids choose it, year after year). We managed to pull off a great, simple celebration. We ended the evening on the couch, where I retold the event of his birth, a tradition for each of my children on their birthday.
The next big event of the week was the dinner/meeting for my husband’s field hockey team. On the last day of school, we (well, mostly I) got the house spic-and-span for company, assembled the taco bar ingredients, and prepared for the 16 guests scheduled to arrive at 4:30pm. I think we ended up with ten, leaving us with a lot of leftovers. Needless to say, we have been enjoying tacos and some variations the rest of the week.
On Thursday, finally, a sigh of relief. All scheduled events were checked off the list. We spent a couple of hours at the park where the kids practiced baseball and played with some friends we met up with, while the other mom and I had some quality girl time, getting to know each other better and grow our friendship. It’s been an easy-going couple of days, as we prepare to jump into summer together. I have a couple of writing jobs lined up, a writing camp for kids that I’ll be teaching in two weeks (if anyone signs up), and a daily summer routine to whip into place for my kids (and me) to make our summer the best it can be. Here is a great article I read about holding summer camp at home. Also, FlyLady has a fun camp for kids to establish routines over the summer. We did it a couple of summers ago, and the kids had a blast. I’ll be sharing more about our summer adventures and routines next week.
How was your week? Any plans for summer fun?