Sometimes you just need a "do-over"

The highlight of my day was at approximately 8:15 this morning when I had a surprise visitor knock on my door, just to say "Hi" and brighten my day.

It all went downhill from there.

I took a nap because I didn't sleep very well last night, but woke up ready to go relax by the pool.  Yes, I DO realize that it doesn't sound like a horrible day thus far.  I'm getting there...just wait for it.

I had a chat with a friend of mine about life and baseball, which was lovely, and then...the boys came home.

They were both in horrible moods...N because of a friend issue he seems to make worse every chance he gets and B because, well...I have no idea.  He doesn't ever really have a reason.  I lie.  The reason is that he's been with his dad for the past week, and when he comes back, he has at least two days where I wonder how I'm going to survive and mentally calculate how much wine I should consume to be able to overlook it.

I don't ever do that, for the record...I just think about it.

B had an elimination playoff game tonight: Rangers vs. Diamondbacks.  The Diamondbacks stomped the Rangers on Saturday, so before the game, the other B yelled, "This is your payback, Diamondbacks!!!"  And the Rangers?  They came out ready to play.  I had to leave to take N to practice, but when I left, our Rangers were up 5-0.  N fell asleep in the car on the way to practice, and when I got to the practice fields, the lightning sirens were going off, and practice had been cancelled.  Canceled?  Either way...we weren't practicing.  And N slept on.  Instead of going back to the game, I took him home, woke him up to go upstairs, and thought to myself, "He's only 10 and this cranky.  God help me when he's 15."

I. Can't. Wait.

I started getting updates from my mom and B's stepmom about the game.  They were up 10-7 going into the bottom of the last inning...and the Diamondbacks came back, but just barely.  Final score: Rangers 10, Diamondbacks 11.  DOH!

B really couldn't care less.  He got a trophy, and he doesn't have to play baseball anymore for the season.

Meanwhile, I'm at home with N, who's still being moody, and I'm in the middle of dealing with my own frustrations in life.  I'm really good at scaring myself away from potentially amazing situations...and it seems that the other person in this equation is equally good at it.  So, there's that...

Freaking fantastic.

Do-over.

Aubs.