Why Don't I Blog Anymore?

Tessi breaks her 3-week old glasses after, "I did not nothing.  They fell off my face"  Glasses have to sent off and welded together again.

Connor begs to have new little girl from school over after school.  New girl picks fights with Connor's BFF from preschool and with older neighbor girl.  Very, very long afternoon.

Teddy has to have clarinet tutor.  Everyone around us booked out.  Have to hire guy 35 minutes away.  Start to panic but manage to find someone 3 streets away!  Whew!

Speaking of Band, Teddy now has to be at school an hour early on Monday's for band practice.  First morning, Teddy sits and stares at his Nutella Toast without eating for 5 mintues before I caought on and asked why he wasn't eating.  Wasn't what he wanted that morning.  Ate the same thing ever day for 3 months but I should have known THAT morning he wanted Milo cereal.  Had a minor meltdown...me, not him.

Ted has spent the last 3 months gone an incredible amount.  Reward?  He gets to go to the States for a week and work even harder.

Week before he leaves I come down with Strep Throat.  Hardly able to move.  Beg for help from friends.

Friday Ted leaves, he trims the tree blocking the new place the tv satelittle receiver has to go.  I help move branches.  Start to feel sore in elbow, blame arthritus and swear about wrongly being considered old.

Drive Ted to airport.  Elbow really hurting bad.  Notice red patch on leg.  Think it's allergic reaction.  Teddy spends night at friends house and handle angry girls at bed time.  Both very, very angry that Daddy is gone.  So am I.

Get up early and pretend to read that Connor's cricket game is cancelled.  Take girls to indoor play place and get swallowed in noise.  Meet up with Teddy at birthday party friend has taken him to and race him to last cricket game...for which he complains that he's late.  Suddenly notice that sun is out and it's hot.  Damn hot.  Texas hot.  No sun screen excellent.  Proceed to roast to death for 2 hours.  Fortunately have Dora on my iPod for Tessi.  Connor is still at playplace with one of her friends.

Go home make some dinner and go to park to have end of season cricket party.  take kids home.  Wow..arm, really hurts and can't straighten it but still not sure if I'm just a wuss.  Leg still looks bad, spend time looking up Australian trees to see if any are deadly.  Don't laugh.  Wouldn't shock me if they were.

Muddle through Sunday.  Go to shops.  Yell at kids.  Yadda, yadda, yadda.  Hmmm.  Leg mark is now the size of my open hand, purple, burning up, ankle is swollen and it hurts to walk.  Also have strep throat reaccuring and what's that?  Is that a sinus infection brewing?  Ok.

Monday begins early and I have Tessi.  Too sick to go to swim lessons, I cancell all 3 for the day.  Good thing as I get phone call to get Teddy from school.  Seems he's sick.  He comes home and we all sit and wait for Foxtel.  The company that runs the tv.  He never shows.  Hours later and after I have a friend walk Connor down from school I find note in mailbox saying sorry he missed me.  Um missed me?  How the Hell did I miss Sasha barking her head off at a stranger at the door?  Oh that's right, I DIDN'T.  He wasn't there.  I called bellowing and regp basically calls me a liar, saying tech doesn't get paid unless he shows - so they always show.  then he reads me the notes of the tech describing my house.  Excellent discription too....of my NEIGHBORS house.  Too bad, so sad.  Tech is gone now and he can't come back.  I can be inconvenienced all day, but not the tech.  I'm too angry to reschedule.  I know I'm cutting my nose off to spite my face but I don't care.  Damn, my leg really hurts.  Call dr and make appoint for next day.  Also elbow is spasming and can't grip anything.

Go to drs after drop off and WHOOPS.  Not an allergic reaction.  I have a staph infection on the skin of my leg.  A pretty good one considering that I've been on 500 mg of Keflex for 10 days.  Have to return to dr's tomorrow to make sure leg is still attached (it is) and that I don't have to be hospitaliezed (I don't)  Later that day I go to my friend the physiotherapist.  Apparently my elbow felt like it had rice crispies in it.  Not news I want to hear.  She proceedes to manipulate my elbow into positions that most yoga masters would scoff at.  Arm does improve but DAMN!  That hurt!  Now she wants me to give arm a rest and try not to re-aggravate it.  I try not to giggle in her face.  Rest, she says, ah, that's a good one.  But she really did help my arm so I am grateful.  I take this as a sign that I am to never, ever do yard work again.  Ever.

That afternoon I have Connor's gymnastics and then Teddy has a clarinet lesson.  A girlfriend takes pity on me and cooks dinner for us all.  Bless her.  Today? A haircut!!  Ceramics class 'cause I'm finally starting to feel a little better.  Then after schol AFL practice and then I managed to offend and upset yet another friend!  Whoo hoo.  On a roll.  Pretty soon we'll be needing Ted to make friends for the family 'cause I keep driving everyone away.

Tomorrow, Teddy has AFL again. Friday another sleepover here.  Saturday Connor has cricket again and then Sunday Ted comes home.

Why don't I blog that much anymore?  It's a mystery.