My little helpers

All in all, the boys have been pretty dang helpful while I've been a little less than my normal mobility.  It took a while for them to understand what hurts, why it hurts, and how it hurts more when I'm jostled by them, but I'll take the pain when it's the result of one of them running up to hug me, "just because I love you so much."

Any day of the week.

After a sleepless night, where I got a total of 75-90 minutes of sleep, we rushed to N's basketball game.  When we got there, we were the first people in the gym (I love how the coach requests they get there 30 minutes prior and then shows up 10 minutes before the game starts) and they hadn't turned on the heat.  It was a chilly 50 degrees in there, if that.  It had B & I shivering, which did wonders for the pain radiating down the left side of my body.

The game seemed to take forever.  I looked over at N's dad at one point and said, "This is the last period, right?"  Wrong.  It was still the first.  The game was pretty back and forth for a while, but they lost.  Again.  I feel so bad for them, especially N because he can actually shoot.  He was just put on a team of ball hogs, whose parents are overheard telling them to keep the ball and make the shots.  Not to be rude, but the kids whose parents are telling them to keep the ball?  They don't need to keep the ball until they can actually shoot and make it.  I'm just saying...

Afterwards, N said he figured that would be his last game.  "Mom, I don't mind if they're ball hogs if they're actually making baskets, but it's stupid for them to air ball it all the time when other people are able to make shots."  How do you argue with that?  I told him to think it over, but our basketball season may be over, and I'm totally okay with that.  I'm not one to condone quitting, but it's not like this is actually a good learning experience.

We got home and I took a nap while B laid with me, watching cartoons, and N played on his ipod.  I got up, took N to play with a friend, dropped B off with his dad for some time with his cousins, and went back home to ice/heat/Aleve/repeat.

I'm hoping it's working...Now N's at his dad's and B's sleeping on the couch, "just in case you need something, Mom." but really, it equates to, "I don't want to sleep in my room on the other side of the apartment all by myself, but I'm using you being hurt as an excuse instead because I've totally become a scaredy cat lately and nobody knows why."

Or something like that.

I could be making it up, but I'm not.

What would be the fun in that?

We watched "The Incredibles" tonight, and it was precious, because neither of us had seen it in a while...and then I decided that I needed a project, so I started looking at some ideas.

And then I remembered school starts on Tuesday, and I'd better order the books I need.  So, the boys and I will be going to the bookstore on their day off on Monday.

I can only guess how excited they'll be!

Aubs