April 22, Spring, year 36
It's been the first time in a long while that any of us have missed the Flower Festival, but it just wouldn't be right to leave the kids here by themselves.
Lauren's good and ill, some of the turtle bites got infected so she's been hiding out in the bathroom for a while. I'll have to go check on her in a little bit.
Alan and Mirei are both relatively miserable. Mirei wanted to go dancing and can't because of her ankle, and Alan wants to go hunt bugs, but can't because of his arm. Also, that net is not going back to him until midsummer…
Jamie has been lying on his stomach for most of the week, the poor dear.
All of them are poor dears… such a simple misadventure led to so much damage. Us parents gathered and talked with Uncle Takakura, and so far next years plans are tentative, but we're looking at buying decorative bins and hiding eggs in them instead of scattering them around the village…
I suppose it could have been worse, hearing that Mirei had almost drowned nearly gave me a heart attack! Thankfully it was only almost, otherwise I'd be doing my best to beg a boon from Winny, and those don't come cheap, even to the people she considers friends.
It's supposed to start raining this week anyways, so the help won't be too missed. The chores will just take longer, but that's alright.
My kids are okay. They might not agree with me, but to me, okay means they're neither crippled nor dead… Thank the Harvest Goddess.
Which reminds me that I need to drop by both the pond and Win's place so I can explain why the kids won't be coming for their lessons. Not that they have lessons in the rain, but still… the rain won't last the whole time that they're convalescent, so it's better to inform the teachers beforehand.
The only child uninjured is Meri, and that's because she stayed with me the whole day. Never have I been more grateful for the clingy child stage.
This does make me wish that I knew how to heal… Most of the magic I've been taught pertains to making my plants grow healthy and strong and storm resistant. Up until now, that was all I needed, my kids are usually pretty good at being careful.
In truth, this is the most injured they're ever come back from an Egg hunt. Usually they just have scratches from the brush they were forced to scramble through or trees they had to climb. Those I can deal with easily, clean it up, put some ointment and bandages on the scrapes-or-scratches, and poof, easily fixed.
Broken and strained limbs, bruised backs, illness… I can't fix those with kisses and smiles.
If ever a mother felt useless…
I wonder if this was how my mom felt some days when the three of us would come home with our bruises? Heh, bruises, bee stings, scratches… you name it, one of us had something to do with it… though we did learn not to bother the bees pretty dang quick.
I should go check on Lauren since Skye's got the younger kids and Jamie's watching TV. I'll bring her some juice and a cool cloth. It might help…