It’s so hard to wrap my head around the fact that it’s mid July. My oldest is in driver’s ed. right now, which I knew would make for a crazy schedule, but I also have physical therapy three times a week now and I’ve had insane days.
Back on Memorial Day weekend, we went walking/hiking at one of our state parks, and the trail had a total of two and a half miles of sand that we went through – with tennis shoes because the trail map showed very little sand. I turned my ankle twice on the return trip, but didn’t realize how badly I’d hurt it as I was able to finish the two miles to the car without further pain. Three weeks later we were hiking quite a bit in Maine, and when we got home I was in pain. Of course, the doctor’s office was closed for the week. Now, I’m wearing a massive brace (but PT is weaning me off of it), and getting beat up in PT. My son goes with me (limiting fight potential at home). He asked if the foot massage felt good. NO! He obviously never looked at my face while the PT was torturing the muscles in my foot and ankle. I fully expect PT to produce pain. I’ve been around enough people who’ve been through it to know that rehabilitation of muscles hurts. Knowledge of pain-to-come doesn’t make the reality easier to take.
I’ve been working on lesson plans for next year, and it feels like I’m going at turtle speed. For history, I have a text which came with the teacher’s book for the tests and quizzes, but the previous owner obviously used the student book. Typing all of those things up is laborious. I’m going to have to take a break soon as my arm is protesting the amount of time spent typing. I’ve warned my daughter that she’s going to have to work her butt off in Biology. She’s always wanting more science, she wants to be a vet, and this is the start of high school. Of course, the reality of getting all of the science versus just asking for it can be an eye opener. It’s a 39 chapter book for a 37 or 38 week school year, and some of those weeks are only 3 days. Plus, I’m using another book in conjunction with the text and I pull in yet further resources along the way. I’m not trying to torture her. If she truly wants to be a vet, she’s picked a tough course of study and I need to prepare her to succeed in that course.
We also do vet studies once a week. That will be a continuation of anatomy coloring of organs, muscles, etc. of animals. We are also fortunate to be borrowing a medical terminology book from my MIL. I’ll have to retype that whole book, as it’s a workbook, but it will be wonderful preparation for vet school.
The kids have only had one ‘cooking lesson’ each so far, we haven’t been able to go swimming yet (working around two teen girls monthly cycles adds to that difficulty), and they’ve only gotten the art out once thus far. My son so kindly cleaned up the palettes and brushes at the end, I didn’t have the heart to chide him for all of the paint I had to clean off of the bathroom sink, soap dispensers, etc. Thankfully they were using water colors!