Post-Relay

Y'all.  I have no idea how I'm even conscious right this second.  This will be brief.  I promise.

You can stop cheering now.  No, really.  Stop.

It was hot yesterday.  I have a fantastic t-shirt tan/sunburn on my arms.  It's not cute.  But it was for cancer, so I can deal.  My mom made it out in time to announce herself as a survivor, and then she did the Survivor lap while everyone cheered her on.  Then she and I did the caregiver/survivor lap and looked for our Luminaria bags along the track.  I found hers, but couldn't find any of the others.  I found them later...they hadn't been put out yet.

There were a lot of things that were entertaining: Zumba, races, different booths, and there were a TON of Coppell's youth out there.  It made for entertainment as they walked by, bits and pieces of their conversations mixing with others.  We laughed a lot.  B had a blast: he was running all over the place, never stopping long unless sugar was involved.  N found some buddies from school, and they played frisbee and catch and a zillion other things.  At one point, N and two of his friends were doing a 4-legged race lap, and B and his friend were doing a 3-legged race lap.  It was hilarious!

B finally passed out a little before 1:00, and N was playing his DS under a blanket.  It got cold and damp really fast.  I put B inside a tent, and N left with his dad.  At 3:30, I was cold, tired, and hacking, and I said, "I'm done."  Plus, my ears were "bleeding" because of this "band" that was on stage.  They butchered every single song they played, and kept "encoring" themselves.  It was horrid.

I loaded up all of my stuff and B, then we went home.  I finally drifted off around 4:30 or 5:00 and my precious B woke me up at 7:57 a.m.  Thanks, B!  We had a lazyish morning, but N had tryouts for All Stars (a tournament baseball team), so we had to meet up with him and get to that.

Fast forward to 2 hours of sleep and 2 hours outside on a hot, sunny, Sunday afternoon.  It was not my happiest afternoon, but N had a great tryout.  We should know in a few days if he made it or not, but his coach is really playing him up as the tournament team's catcher.  We'll see.  I know N would love it he made it.

I'm forcing myself to stay up as late as possible in hopes that my schedule will get back on track. 

Yeah.  Right.

Aubs