First Day of a Very Long Summer Break

Well, after 12:00 p.m. yesterday, I had to confront my fears of having all four kids at home. ALL summer. And, surprisingly enough, my biggest fear - that they would tear each other's hair out and maul one another. No, they were actually, surprisingly, nearly, pleasant.

My biggest adventure happened around the time andy was arriving home and I was just about to nurse Cole. The kids, who had been outside, suddenly showed up, one at a time, each reporting the EXACT same thing: they were bleeding from the bottom of their foot. They EACH proceeded to walk over to my white carpet after that (much to Andy's shock and dismay). Curious as to how such a feat could be accomplished (3 identical injuries in 5 minutes), I went outside to find my Corelle plate in the driveway. Remember those? They stay true to the claims that they don't break. What they ACTUALLY do is shatter into thousands of infinitesimal pieces. Ashton had apparently thrown the plate on the driveway (with much glee I imagine), and then all three barefooted kids decided that they must then walk on the shards.

A few bandaids and a thorough sweep later, all was fine, but I'm wondering how in the world I'm to survive the next three months!