B's dad swung by this morning to take B to school for Donuts with Dad (aka sugar up your kids, blow some money at the book fair, and then send them to class to be "productive" students), and agreed to drop N at school, too so he could work on an art project.
What does that mean? I got to shower before work without rushing and it was glorious. I asked him to do me this favor, and I didn't even cringe when I did. I think I might be growing up a little bit...
After work, I got home and checked my email. There was an email from N's school entitled "Sad News" and it broke my heart. The principal wrote to notify parents that a 6th grade girl had lost her battle with Leukemia the night before. This was hard news, but in addition to that another 6th grader had lost a parent over the weekend. When N got home, I asked him if he knew about the girl, and he said he wasn't sure. We both immediately thought of a little girl in his class last year who had been diagnosed with cancer, but neither of us could remember what type.
We loaded up and headed to the batting cages for practice.. B came along and asked me every three minutes if it was time to go. I sat, dying in the extreme temperatures, watching the boys run drill after drill after drill, hoping they'd get to play this weekend, even with rain in the forecast again.
We took another boy home and then headed home for dinner. Night number two was pretty painless, too. I'm starting to think this is the twilight zone...
Aubs
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