Monika messed up her knee pretty badly last Thursday. I say “messed up” because nothing is fractured, and yet it’s still swollen and achy and she is beyond frustrated and I feel helpless because there’s nothing I can do to help her feel better. She’s always been my Little Miss Independent and the crutches limit her ability to do a lot of things, she is pain although she tries to be strong, and there’s the big looming possibility that she might not be able to dance at her own quinceañera. It’s crushing me and I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s going through. We won’t know more until the swelling goes down and she can possibly get an MRI, but we continue to pray that she heals.
In keeping up with family shenanigans, Elliah fell pretty badly earlier today and has a shiner that makes me cry every time I look at it. She let me cuddle her and ice it for about 1.2 minutes before being done with it all and getting frustrated and wanting to be left alone. The only thing that helped was bribing her with a teta so she could sit still long enough to put a cold compress on her face.
Caleb and Ellexa remain unscathed for the moment and I’m praying it stays that way. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
In better news, Friday is my last day of summer school and ohmygosh am I ready for it to be over. I had a good batch of kids, but I long for mornings starting after 7 AM and not having to read any more essays or short answer responses for a good month and a half.
I’m anxious to tackle my summer to do list and watch endless hours of television and have enough time to focus on my health. Bring on summer vacation!