Field Day

Last night, after dinner, I spent a good 90 minutes making water balloons in the kitchen sink.  Since I don't have an outside faucet (living on the second floor kind of makes that impossible), I had to get creative.  And it was messy.  So, so messy.  I was making balloons, and the boys were wiping them off and putting them in this huge basket for us to drag to school this morning.  When all was said and done, there were roughly 100 water balloons in there, so when I went to move the basket in the kitchen, I stopped because it was heavy.

And then I called Justin to see if he would take N (and the water balloons) to school for me in the morning, and I'd drop B when I was headed to school.  And he agreed, which was helpful because there's no way I would have been able to get that basket down the stairs.

It was a rushed/hectic morning, but when I got to school, my professor announced that he'd updated grades, and everyone should look.  He reminded us that we needed 180 points for an A in the class, so if we saw our point totals, we'd know what we needed to make on the final on Monday.  My points total?  187.  I still have to take it, but I don't actually have to do well...but why would I do poorly on purpose?  That would just be plain silly.

When class was over, I took off...and rushed over to the elementary school to finish the rest of field day with B.  I did my best to purposely avoid the 5th graders, because it's obviously totally not awesome if your mom comes to watch field day...especially if you're a 10 year-old boy who thinks he's 27.  B, on the other hand, was thrilled to see me, as was his class.  All of the boys in his class have started calling me "My Sweetie Pie" which I find completely hilarious.  One of the cutest little boys I've ever seen started the nickname during a Friday reading session, and it's stuck.  He's called me "My Sweetie Pie" almost all year. 

As we sat, watching the older grades do the DCE Dash, I was talking to one of the dads in B's class about baseball.  His son plays baseball for a different league, and they'll have some spots open next season.  They just moved from Florida, and their son is still working on making friends...so I told him to send me the information, and we'd look into it as an option.  After the races were over, I found my (destroyed) basket and went home to wait for the boys to ride the bus home.

Justin called on my way home to see if E could come over for a little while after school, so I agreed, and E helped me rip paper while I took a final.  It was extremely useful.  He hates toys, but give him a piece of paper or a napkin, and he's a happy camper.  Weird.  N opted out of family time to play at a friend's house, so B, E, and I headed over to B's make-up baseball practice.  On Friday night.  At 6:00.  Not the smartest idea.

A whole 5 players showed up, and the other B's mom (who was also at field day) and I were exact twins: black shorts, gray running shoes, and purple field day shirts.  B spent an hour rolling around in the grass.  Fast forward to 3 hours later, at home, where we're on our second breathing treatment of the night because that's what happens when B rolls around in the grass.

Here's hoping tonight doesn't completely suck.

Aubs