Birds. They're out to get me.

You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

After getting up this morning and making the boys breakfast tacos, I sat down to do some schoolwork...only I got sidetracked doing more laundry.  Oh, and breaking up arguments. 

Always fun.  They got over their issues and started playing video games, and for quite some time, I didn't hear a word out of them.  Did I do my homework?  No.  I didn't do much of anything.

Genius.  I know.

Fast forward to 6:00 in the evening...and I'm making breakfast for dinner.  I'm frying bacon and waiting for the griddle to get hot so I can start making pancakes, when I hear this chirping noise.  And it sounds really close.  In the living room...but I know the television's off, so I put down the tongs, and peek around the corner of by the sink.

Y'all.

There was a bird on the bookcase that houses our movies and video games.  INSIDE my apartment.  One of my boys left the back sliding glass door open, and it flew right in.  I've never understood what it would feel like to be paralyzed by fear...until today.  I stood there, I'm not even sure I was breathing, while we stared each other down.  With a great ruffle of feathers and a flapping of wings, that bird flew back out the door. 

I sprinted around the counter, and slammed that door shut.  And then my phone started ringing.  It was my dad, and as I told him my worst nightmare had just happened, he said, "Your worst nightmare hasn't happened yet, but it might depending on how you answer the following question..." then proceeded to ask me if I had some of his dvds.

Not quite as nightmarish as having a BIRD IN MY APARTMENT!  I shook for 20 minutes.  And when I felt like I could talk to the boys without screaming, I explained what happened.  They apologized profusely, then started laughing...they know how I feel about birds.

It was not the best evening ever.  And I still hadn't done my homework.

The deadline has come and gone, and not only did I finish the assignments due, I did a couple of extra ones so I wouldn't feel rushed next Sunday.

This week is a busy week:
Monday: N fielding practice, B batting practice
Tuesday: Both boys have games at 6.  On opposite sides of town.
Wednesday: N batting practice
Thursday: B fielding practice
Friday: N batting practice, movie date to see "42"
Saturday: N double-header, B's game directly following...on opposite sides of town.

That's just baseball.  That's not including the homework I have to do, the tests I have to take, the research paper I have to write...or any of their homework. 

Oh boy!

Aubs