Last night, we took the kids swimming after dinner and they loved it so much. Gen scares me because she doesn't have a clue that you can stand back up in 6 inches of water, so Mike and I spend our time hovering over her and catching her when she falls, i.e., attempts to drown.

I'm going to the doctor's today, so that I can get my arm x-rayed again. It's hurting a lot more than it should for an arm that's supposed to be out of its sling in 7-10 days. Everyone is saying,"Well, maybe it's the diabetes." Yeah, I'm sure that doesn't help, but I also think it's the fact that I have two kids and no matter how hard I try, I am using my broken arm accidentally to pick them up, hug them, and haul laundry -- then realizing halfway through the act of doing those things that my arm hurts like hell. It scares me, too, because I've got a fresh bruise at the break site, which means that I probably have reinjured it.

I'm worried that I'll need a cast and then I won't be able to type and my job will be in limbo while I do that.

I have help in. One teenaged babysitter (T) got replaced with another (J). This second one is much better about helping ME out than the other and much better about playing with the kids than the other. The other girl started off doing those things and then decided that she'd rather read. I figured because she was leaving in a week or two, I'd let it go and hope for better the next time.

J asks me if she can do stuff. She makes me get out of things I shouldn't. She gets the house picked up. She knows it irritates me and is attentive to that. She's a little empathic and perhaps too late, I'm getting the help I needed. I wish I could pay her a lot more money. I really really do.

Today, I blew off the whole work thing and went to the lake. Sunscreen is ineffective, regardless of spf.