As I was working on homework this morning, I received a series of text messages from N at the end of 1st period (Athletics): "Mom, I talked to Coach. He said if I want to play [football], he'll get me a helmet, but I need cleats and a jock strap or something whatever that is and I need to be there before 6:00 am on Monday so I told him we were in. I hope that's okay. Okay bye!"
If you felt the Earth move around 8:32 this morning, that was me...slamming my head into the coffee table. I emailed the coach for clarification of what was needed, and I'm waiting with bated breath for his reply. So far, it hasn't happened yet...
After that excitement, I finished a quiz, yelled at myself for only getting 80/100, and threw the ingredients for French bread into the bread machine. My mom has been feeling kinda crummy after this cycle of her clinical trial (She has Multiple Myeloma and is doing great...except a little less great when she's on the "off" week of her trial), so I figured some freshly baked bread would be a great pick-me-up. I started the machine and retook the test (curse you 80/100 AGAIN!), and ran to Sports Authority. The SA near our house is going out of business next week so everything is a zillion percent off. Unfortunately, nothing I was looking at was a zillion percent off, so that was a worthless venture.
I checked my watch and had just enough time to stop by Sonic for a cherry sprite and pick up the freshly baked bread from my apartment before it was time for B's lunch. He's been with his dad for a couple of days and I miss the stinker, so I surprised him with a lunch visit. This means nothing to him except he was able to sucker me into a popsicle. This means little to me except that he eats so dang slow that I ended up with half of a popsicle. And it was delicious. Haha!
On my way to deliver the bread, I text N's stepmom to remind her about our baseball team builder tonight at the Rangers game, and found myself volunteering to babysit E so she could work this afternoon. He came over and fought a nap forEVER until his "No wah! Pweeeeeeease!" became more and more faint...and then he was out. N was so surprised when he walked in the door, which was (thankfully) much quieter than yesterday when he walked in singing "Oh Susanna!" at the top of his lungs.
7th graders are weird.
When we got to the game, N refused to take a picture to document our arrival. He also refused to take one in the car, so E and I took one without him. I didn't let E see his face, so a smile was a lot more difficult than originally anticipated.
E, N, and I had a good time at the game, all things considering. N may be a year or two older than some of his teammates, but his maturity level is easily 80 times higher. They were all annoyed that he didn't want to go running around at the top of the ballpark, screeching with delight. As soon as it was socially acceptable, we moved down to right behind the bullpen and enjoyed the game much more, even without the breeze.
 |
| We ended up right behind Michael Choice and next to the bullpen! |
Then we ran into a couple of B's friends, which always seems to happen when he's not with us. He's going to be so bummed that he missed them!
The whole way home, I shamelessly guilt tripped N into taking more pictures with me. I get that he hates taking pictures, but someday he'll want the memories. We laughed and cracked jokes the whole way home. I gave him relentless grief about Robinson Cano. When he was announced, N was like, "What's the big deal about him? So there's a book...so what?" I stared for a minute while the wheels were turning and said, "You mean Robinson Crusoe? Not the same person." He saw me holding back a life and said, "Whatever, you knew what I meant."
I love nights like that with my biggest boy...It makes my heart happy.
Aubs
No comments:
Post a Comment