Why is this week so crazy?!

There has been so much going on...and at the same time, nothing at all.

You know those weeks that just feel insanely busy, but when you look at them on paper, there's just no real reason why things feel so chaotic?

The boys have a four day weekend for elementary conferences and Columbus Day (aka Fair Day).  This is the second year the school district has turned this into a 4 day weekend, and I can't say I'm a fan.  I still haven't figured out why this week has been so hectic, but it feels like such a chaotic beatdown.  My homework levels were moderate, and one of my classes was cancelled all week, so I don't get it.  I think the whole "having Friday off" thing has thrown a serious wrench in the ebb and flow of my life.

Wednesday was my mom's canciversary, so my hair went from dark blonde with highlights to a seriously dark espresso color.  It's been 2 days and I still freak myself out when I catch my reflection in the mirror or a window.  N was asleep when I got home on Wednesday night and when he walked into my room on Thursday morning (when I was halfway through drying my hair), he stopped short and said, "Whoa. Mom. That's dark."

No kidding.  Dark hair makes for a dark & twisty mom...aka "Watch out, children...Mom plays even less than usual now."

Thursday morning was early conference morning at B's school, and we got an excellent report!  He has been having some issues with responsibility, and the math has kind of thrown him for a loop, but he is doing so well.  I was worried about how he would transition to a new school within our district, but he really seems like he's doing well, even though I know he desperately misses his friends at DCE.

Thursday night, N had a hitting lesson, and then we had to run a few errands.  My dad and our friend, Stella, came up this weekend to attend football and baseball games, so I knew we'd be busy most of the day on Friday.  We slept in this morning, and then cleaned up the house and ate lunch while we waited for them to get here.

Also, MLB.  Be still, my heart!  I have not been that anxious about a game in years!  Watching the Rangers take the first game of the series yesterday afternoon is probably one of the sweetest memories I have with my biggest boy.  The atmosphere for today's game was more intense in Toronto AND in our living room!  Stella and I finally left to go get manicures for her birthday when they were headed into the 11th inning.  Her Astros had just started, so I asked the sweet man at my nail place to put the game on for her...thinking the Rangers game would be finished before my nails were painted.

I was so wrong.  Bless the woman doing my manicure...every minute or two, she'd swipe my phone for me to refresh my sports app so I could see if anything changed.  When the Rangers won, I messed up a toe and she had to repaint!  It was an awesome win...and I can't wait to bust out the broom on Sunday!

I hope I'll be able to watch.  B has a flag football game tomorrow at 1:00.  N has games at 2:00 and 6:00 in an entirely different place than what we originally thought.  The outcome of his two games on Saturday determines the time(s) we play on Sunday.  I do love tournament season, but I bet I won't be the only one trying to "watch" two baseball games at once on Sunday!

I have a sweet someone in my life...someone I care a lot about, who is going through some stuff.  I was feeling like I was being ignored and getting frustrated, until I received a text tonight informing me of the situation.  And then I felt like an idiot.  Because I know this person, and I know they wouldn't purposely ignore me.  They know better.  And my irritation pales in comparison to what they're dealing with, which makes me feel even worse.

And now it's 8:43 (and OU still sucks) on Friday night, the weekend of the Red River Shootout between Texas and OU (we ate dinner at Babe's tonight...surrounded by gross OU fans), and I'm in bed.  Why?  Because I'm driving a sweet family to the airport in the morning so they can spend a week at Disney with their extended family.  At 4:45 a.m.  Because I love them...

Even if I won't be remotely social.

Aubs