This weekend my husband put the trampoline back up.

Evidently it’s that time of year again.  Time for the kids to play outside until they’re brought in kicking and screaming at dark.  Time for jumping until they’re exhausted and wobbly.  Time for scrapes, bruises, sunburns, and bonked heads.

Let’s just hope it’s not time for concussions.     Or dislocated bones.     Or ruptured spleens.

And, apparently, it’s time for me to start taking some anti-anxiety medicine.