Only 16 more school days for the kids. Two additional ones for me. I can see the end (barely)…way down there after two weeks of statewide testing. Dressing is easy: jeans and another CATS tee shirt. We get a new one every year so I have quite a collection now. Today’s is a dingy grey with navy blue printing. “Excel! Go MTS! I’m ready for CATS so BRING IT ON!” Testing all this week and next week followed by a long weekend for Memorial Day, return for four days, another weekend and then back with the kids for three more days. It’s always difficult to deal with them this time of year. Things are so fragmented and they get pretty antsy. Had to call two parents yesterday. Love the rationale of one of the kids: “I didn’t say ‘Your mama’s a Ho’ I said ‘Your mama’s a whore!” Oh, well then, pardon ME!
Little sister goes in for another ankle surgery today. Family curse. I REALLY hope this one works for her. Following surgery, she’ll be stuck in a wheelchair for at least six months. Been there, done that but I’ve never had to stay in a wheelchair for more than three months. Gimp and gimpier, that us. Her genetic problem was compounded by a car wreck (sixteen year old drunk driver) about fifteen years ago that crushed her foot and ankle. She’s had even more ankle surgeries than I have but none of them have done much for her. This is supposed to be the granddaddy of all with one of the leading foot and ankle surgeons in the country. He’s redoing everything. I hope it works for her.