Third day of the sprained ankle.
Today I have company at home. The girl, who was supposed to take the school bus, missed it by a few minutes and came back home. No transportation to get her there, and I was not about to let her walk (a significant highway to cross with no crossing guard). Besides, she wasn't feeling up to snuff as today she became... a woman. EEEEEEEK! Now the family not only has to deal with me PMSing, but her as well. Though I'm not too sure she hasn't been doing that in the months leading up to today.
The boys, however, were looking forward to walking to school and back. Being together will keep them safe, I hope. I gave them very explicit instructions on which route to take. I might have the girl walk up to meet them at the nearest crossing guard. I don't know why, but I'm very nervous letting my kids go anywhere by themselves. When I was the girl's age I was biking solo down to the mall in the next town, or up to the stores on our main street. No one ever stopped me, molested me, tried to entice me anywhere. At least not that I can recall. Even in high school I felt safe walking the nearly two miles to get to school. What happened to make our world so much less safe for children? The only reason the boys are walking is that I can't drive them. Otherwise, nervous mother that I am, they'd be in the van going both ways.
The ankle doesn't hurt. The swelling has gone down significantly, but I'm still elevating it and will until Saturday. I can feel the weakness in it when I take off the splint. I am determined to make sure this heals properly. But I will probably do some limited driving on Saturday. Our favorite babysitter is getting married (where did the years go? I remember her in sixth grade!) and I'd like to be there. Hopefully, I can.