And the fun continues

I've had a moody 10 year-old since Friday, and it hasn't been fun.  I realize that this is just a small taste of what's to come, and I am eternally grateful that my offspring are male and not female.  Let's just face it...if I had daughters, I'd be locked up in a looney bin by now.

That is NOT an exaggeration. 

I got an email from N's coach today letting me know that we have our first elimination playoff game on Tuesday.  Our opponent?  The Marlins.  We've battled twice, each of us winning one game, so this one is a biggie.  I mean, not only is it "Win or go home," but it's also a matter of pride.  We didn't get a fair shake when we played them last time.  Our coach made really poor coaching decisions and lost his temper, and our voice of reason coach was out of town.  It was a nightmare.  And it was hot.  Like, so hot...I was wearing black yoga pants and it was eleventy degrees outside.  I was sweaty and gross, and finally started standing up so it wouldn't look like I'd peed my pants.

I'm classy.  I know.  Aren't you so glad we're friends?

Anyway, I got this email while I was at the pool, working on my tan.  Tan fat is way more attractive than white fat, and while I'm working to eliminate said fat (of either color really) from my body, I figure I may as well toast it just because.  I tried to get N to come with me, and got another dose of the "Make Me!" attitude that I've come to know and love...except I don't love it, and I have no idea where it's coming from...just that it needs to stop, or someone's going to get hurt.

That someone?  It's not going to be me.

After the pool, I was talking on the phone to a Mister who's become pretty important to me, when someone knocked on the door.  Thinking it was a friend of N's, I walked to the door somewhat exasperated, opened it...and saw my mom.  Surprise!  She'd been working a fundraiser for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, and was in the neighborhood.  I only saw her for a few minutes at N's game on Saturday, so it was great to see her.

N and I spent a pretty low key evening at home, and now I'm doing my best to gear up for another Monday.  You know...because Mondays are fabulous.

Okay, so maybe they are...in the summertime.

Aubs