Culture...

The Concert Ballet of Virginia held their 37th Winter Gala this weekend and we had tickets... courtesy of a local mom's group I am part of.

It was a delightful afternoon of live orchestra music, ballet and time together as a family.  The venue was one of the beautifully restored historical buildings downtown.  We all dressed up for the occasion, though I seemed to have misplaced my "formal" fracture boot*.  The boy voluntarily changed out of his jeans with the monster patch on the knee...he's growing up, this man child of mine.  And his dad even wore a tie.

A weekend full of memories.  An oasis in this crazy life of ours.



*After studying my bone scan, the orthopedic doctor determined that my bones were fine.  However, the group of tendons on the inside of my ankle are in dire need of attention.  Physical therapy started last week and I was, rather sternly, ordered to remain in the Boot until further notice.

If it's not one thing, it's the mother...

Just about everything that could go wrong last week, did.  I was flying solo with himself spending the week down south for a training gig.  Over the course of the week the water heater flooded the basement, two fish died, and we dealt with nasty weather the entire week.  But then Saturday night he was home! Only to go back to work Sunday night.

Monday ended like this...

We're really not sure what I did.  I woke up Monday morning to an ankle swollen up the size of a grapefruit.  I have some fancy pictures that show a stress fracture on the ankle bone.  I'll be going in for even fancier pictures next week to see just how bad it really is.  But for now...I'm in this flippin' boot for another week and a half.  

But the plumber finally received approval from our home warranty company and replaced our water heater this morning.  So we've got that going for us. 

Clearly, I'm not cut out for this...

So far this week I have killed one fish, almost lost another, killed the water heater, flooded the basement, and spent an entire day without the internet.

In the "plus side"...all cats, dogs and children *are* still alive and were fed proper meals at appropriate times.  However, I think it's very clear that I cannot, and should not, be left without adult supervision.

Himself comes home tomorrow.  The entire household just breathed a massive sigh of relief.