Whatever rabid bug attacked my legs last week has made yet another sneak attack. I have no idea where I’m getting these bites or what they are, but tonight my right ankle is itchy and swollen and sore and that super duper steroid cream the doctor prescribed isn’t even helping much. I still have scars from the last round of attacks. My legs look like a war zone.
Add that to the fact that I’ve been fighting off some sort of cold or allergy, and I should be a barrel of laughs tomorrow at the amusement park. With seven kids. Yeah, you read that right. My neighbor Kim and I are treating our cumulative seven kids to a day of fun in the sun and roller coasters and junk food — one last hurrah before school starts and we all settle down for our long winter’s nap.
I wish I could say that I’m looking forward to this excursion with unbridled excitement, but that might be a slight exaggeration. I’m not exactly an amusement park person, but I do try to put on a good show for the kids. I wouldn’t want them to miss out because their mom’s a stick-in-the-mud. So I will go, and I will smile and have fun. And take lots of pictures. And try not to scratch my ankles until they bleed. Don’t you wish you were going with me?