Bob broke his ankle on Saturday, falling off a cliff in Flatrock. I guess he had to get a climbing injury sometime. He was properly roped in and harnessed, therefore it wasn't his neck that he broke, but he did manage to chip a bone in his ankle and he's got a cast and crutches for the foreseeable future. He's writing up Saturday's comedy (? tragedy? history? saga?) of errors, so I'll let him tell that in his own words in a bit.
So my home life has changed radically, in that I have to do the bulk of the house- and child-work that Bob was doing. Sunday the girls and I spent all day at church for my two orchestra performances (which went reasonably well, thank you); and that night I washed all the week's pots and pans that Bob tends to leave for the weekend, washed and dried two loads of laundry, cleaned out the fridge and threw out a pile of rotten food, made lunches for the kids and myself, put the dishwasher on, and reorganized the study so Bob could work at the computer with his foot elevated. This doesn't sound like a big deal for a housecleaning session, but the fact remains that I never do this stuff, and am not very good at it. I left Bob this morning with laundry to fold and instructions to make the girls put their own away, but we'll see how that goes.
Furthermore, all the walking he does, I have to do, starting further away. Today, and all weekdays until school ends, I'll have to walk the ten minutes to school with both girls, twenty minutes back to work (in the other direction), walk twenty minutes up to school at lunchtime to get Eleanor, take her home and go back to work, after school walk twenty minutes up to school again, take Jean home, go back to work, go home at four, or later on the days there are no afternoon activities to which to take the girls. Fortunately all these little bits of time off count as family leave and we're at a slow point in the development cycle, so it's not a big deal work-wise, but that's a lot of walking: two hours a day up hill and down dale, plus other trips such as for groceries (that's tonight, oh boy) and to-and-from violin lessons two afternoons a week. The list of end-of-year special events is looming; we'll assess as things progress how much we manage to attend.
The litterbox needs to be emptied. Lightbulbs need to be changed. The girls need baths real soon (they don't get them every day). I really hope someone can take the compost away, since we're no longer equipped to deal with it ourselves. Floors to mop. Bathrooms to clean. Unending laundry and meals. CS-1's do not make enough money to hire maids. I'm going to have to get myself a system really quickly, or go out of my mind; and of course my inner witch is nattering at me for whining and being ungrateful and unsympathetic to my poor immobile and in-pain husband and having so far been a lazy slob who ought to have been handling all this already. Can't win.