My toe hurts

I have become mainly a Facebook stalker. You know the type: they look at everyone's posts, but they never post anything themselves. This new outlook on social media pleases my husband. But, it makes me a little sad. Just a little bit, though. I guess I am one of those people that posted too many opinions. And not everyone agrees with me on all of those. Shocker! Today, if I was posting on Facebook, I would say something to this effect: 'Not only do you have to worry about stepping on the Legos, but there is a whole new realm of pain that comes from stepping through a completed project, realizing you are stepping on a treasured project, trying not to destroy it and by doing so, folding your big toe underfoot as you take your next step.' Um, ouch? This is what happened to me when my husband woke me up at "6:30" which is already late, and when I looked at the clock I realized it was, in fact, 6:37! Eek! Thankfully, we all made it out the door and they made the bus. Nine days of school left this year. Whew. My toes still hurts. 
    After all four of them get on the bus, it's back to the house for me to email the principal while cc'ing all three teachers that our foster son disrespected yesterday so they all knew that of he does it again, I am going to come sit next to him in class tomorrow. Won't that be fun? I sent a text my husband to make sure he knows that I did send the email and that my toes still hurts. (Are you sensing a theme?) Throw a load of laundry in the washing machine. Realize I never ate supper last night, so it's probably a good idea to have breakfast. What I really want for breakfast is something chocolate. Like texas sheetcake. Crushing disappointment follows when I realize I have no cocoa powder. Mental note to stop at our little country store when I take the day lillies to my aunt's house, but I have to unload everything out of my truck first and vacuum out the cargo area. So, instead, I sit down at the computer and decide to shop for shorts from my 12 year old daughter. I am normally a great Goodwill shopper, but she is short a few pair this year. ( I just made a funny...or not) I jump onto one of my favorite sites and check Ebay and and then back to another favorite site because they have free shipping. I am then irritated that on this page with the free shipping today the picture on the main girl's page is of three 9-year-old's posing for a selfie, and the one girl is holding her hands in this sideways peace sign arrangement. I don't get it. I never liked the peace sign thing when I was younger, and I certainly do not get the sideways peace sign. I was prepared to be upset about the length of the shorts. They do offer one or two long enough for my daughter to be comfortable. I wear shorter shorts than she does. I am not complaining, though. I applaud her for her modesty. 
     After seeing this, I decided I needed to express my opinion, and since there is no one here to talk to, I thought I would blog about it. Then I got sad again because there is no one here to talk to. This is my first year being alone because all the kids are in school. My thoughts wander back to last year at this time when I had eight kids in the house. It was c-r-a-z-y. But so much fun.
    Summer....it's almost here. 

~And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.~

Galatians 6:9