Today it rained. It was pretty much something I had hoped would not happen while I have a cast that's, you know, not supposed to get wet. But it did, and I wore pants, and it was all okay! I didn't even slip on the marble and break open my head. Yay me!
Every morning before school, I wake up and either a) wonder why my alarm hasn't gone off (usually because of a forgetting to set it and I have 20 minutes to get ready), or b) roll over, hit snooze, and stare at the ceiling until it wears off and hollers at me 5 minutes later. I spend those five minutes usually psyching myself up for the day, hoping that I make it through without any awful incidents. The first hurdle is always that first step into the van.
I know it's going to hurt. It's hurt all the other 15 times, why wouldn't it hurt today? Because the bone is healing! Today I took that big step and actually paused mid-step. "This doesn't hurt? I'm not cringing? Awesome!" And then Troy looked at me like, "wth," and I got on with my day.
It was a long and tiring day filled with reports and children, but at the end of it I had another step getting back into the van, and another acknowledgment that my leg is getting better. So, the cast may or may not come off on Friday, and all of those other worries may still exist. But by George, my leg is getting better.
As a little side note, I have a really cute kid in one of my classes whom I named George. The Korean teacher spells his name Gorge. I giggle every time.
Kids named after family members:
Molly (5 years old, terrified of me, dropped out--assume she spoke to real Molly--my sister)
Patty (6 years old, significantly less terrified of me, for grandmother Patricia)
Julie (6 years old, sits next to Patty, smart as heck, for my mommy)
George (8 years old, smarter than I am, for my great uncle George)
I want to name someone after my grandmother Lorraine Joy, but Joy is a guy's name, and Lorraine is hard to spell. Hmm...
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