Know what's fun? When your precious child gives you his Friday folder 10 minutes before you're going to leave to take him to school, only to discover that there are THREE "correct & return" papers in his folder. THREE.
He might be grounded until the end of the school year now. I say that like it's a long time or something...It just extends his current grounding by a month. I haven't relented, much to the chagrin of my 5th grader, and I don't intend to. I think he realizes I actually mean business.
I feel like I got a lot accomplished in a short time today: Grocery shopping, lunch with B, laundry, dishes, dinner in the crockpot, more laundry, all before 2:00 pm. By the time the boys got home, I was working on the last homework assignment I had due today, and as soon as that was done, it was time for practice.
B's dad came to get him, so N and I were flying solo for practice tonight. I emailed a bunch of the parents, asking them if they knew anyone who wanted to join our team so we'd have a full roster. Luckily, one of the parents found someone, so after exchanging phone calls and emails, and clearing it with the commissioner, we had a full roster!
He came to practice, and even though he's never played baseball on a team before, he has a lot of raw talent. All of the boys showed up tonight, and they had a great, albeit hysterical, practice. They were all being so goofy and having a great time. I emailed the coach to let him know what I'd overheard at practice; specifically how we (the parents) thought it would be beneficial to have the kids practice hitting off of a kid pitcher. He welcomed my suggestions and they had a scrimmage of sorts tonight. They all had a blast.
My kid was a nut. He even started pitching. After practice, the coach pulled him aside for a conversation that went a little something like this:
N's Coach: Hey, I'm going to start you as my pitcher tomorrow.
N: Um, yeah...I don't think that would be in your best interest.
N's Coach: Hahaha, I appreciate your honesty, but I think you're good to go.
N: Well...don't say I didn't warn you!
Monday, April 15, 2013
Birds. They're out to get me.
You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.
After getting up this morning and making the boys breakfast tacos, I sat down to do some schoolwork...only I got sidetracked doing more laundry. Oh, and breaking up arguments.
Always fun. They got over their issues and started playing video games, and for quite some time, I didn't hear a word out of them. Did I do my homework? No. I didn't do much of anything.
Genius. I know.
Fast forward to 6:00 in the evening...and I'm making breakfast for dinner. I'm frying bacon and waiting for the griddle to get hot so I can start making pancakes, when I hear this chirping noise. And it sounds really close. In the living room...but I know the television's off, so I put down the tongs, and peek around the corner of by the sink.
Y'all.
There was a bird on the bookcase that houses our movies and video games. INSIDE my apartment. One of my boys left the back sliding glass door open, and it flew right in. I've never understood what it would feel like to be paralyzed by fear...until today. I stood there, I'm not even sure I was breathing, while we stared each other down. With a great ruffle of feathers and a flapping of wings, that bird flew back out the door.
I sprinted around the counter, and slammed that door shut. And then my phone started ringing. It was my dad, and as I told him my worst nightmare had just happened, he said, "Your worst nightmare hasn't happened yet, but it might depending on how you answer the following question..." then proceeded to ask me if I had some of his dvds.
Not quite as nightmarish as having a BIRD IN MY APARTMENT! I shook for 20 minutes. And when I felt like I could talk to the boys without screaming, I explained what happened. They apologized profusely, then started laughing...they know how I feel about birds.
It was not the best evening ever. And I still hadn't done my homework.
The deadline has come and gone, and not only did I finish the assignments due, I did a couple of extra ones so I wouldn't feel rushed next Sunday.
This week is a busy week:
Monday: N fielding practice, B batting practice
Tuesday: Both boys have games at 6. On opposite sides of town.
Wednesday: N batting practice
Thursday: B fielding practice
Friday: N batting practice, movie date to see "42"
Saturday: N double-header, B's game directly following...on opposite sides of town.
That's just baseball. That's not including the homework I have to do, the tests I have to take, the research paper I have to write...or any of their homework.
Oh boy!
Aubs
After getting up this morning and making the boys breakfast tacos, I sat down to do some schoolwork...only I got sidetracked doing more laundry. Oh, and breaking up arguments.
Always fun. They got over their issues and started playing video games, and for quite some time, I didn't hear a word out of them. Did I do my homework? No. I didn't do much of anything.
Genius. I know.
Fast forward to 6:00 in the evening...and I'm making breakfast for dinner. I'm frying bacon and waiting for the griddle to get hot so I can start making pancakes, when I hear this chirping noise. And it sounds really close. In the living room...but I know the television's off, so I put down the tongs, and peek around the corner of by the sink.
Y'all.
There was a bird on the bookcase that houses our movies and video games. INSIDE my apartment. One of my boys left the back sliding glass door open, and it flew right in. I've never understood what it would feel like to be paralyzed by fear...until today. I stood there, I'm not even sure I was breathing, while we stared each other down. With a great ruffle of feathers and a flapping of wings, that bird flew back out the door.
I sprinted around the counter, and slammed that door shut. And then my phone started ringing. It was my dad, and as I told him my worst nightmare had just happened, he said, "Your worst nightmare hasn't happened yet, but it might depending on how you answer the following question..." then proceeded to ask me if I had some of his dvds.
Not quite as nightmarish as having a BIRD IN MY APARTMENT! I shook for 20 minutes. And when I felt like I could talk to the boys without screaming, I explained what happened. They apologized profusely, then started laughing...they know how I feel about birds.
It was not the best evening ever. And I still hadn't done my homework.
The deadline has come and gone, and not only did I finish the assignments due, I did a couple of extra ones so I wouldn't feel rushed next Sunday.
This week is a busy week:
Monday: N fielding practice, B batting practice
Tuesday: Both boys have games at 6. On opposite sides of town.
Wednesday: N batting practice
Thursday: B fielding practice
Friday: N batting practice, movie date to see "42"
Saturday: N double-header, B's game directly following...on opposite sides of town.
That's just baseball. That's not including the homework I have to do, the tests I have to take, the research paper I have to write...or any of their homework.
Oh boy!
Aubs
Sunday, April 14, 2013
All things baseball
Today was just a baseball day. N had a game at 9:00, and B and I were there in Giants apparel. It still hurts to put on anything "Giants," but what wouldn't I do for my kid? I knew one of his teammates wasn't going to be at the game today, but when another didn't show up, we were down to 7 players. The other team had 8, so while we both technically had to forfeit, they got to claim the win since they had more players show up.
I'm not sure when/if our boys figured out they were playing for nothing, but our 7 boys beat the other team 13-10. After I left to take B to his game, N hit an in-the-park homer. I promise you, he did it just because I left.
At B's game, they hit the ground running...and by that, I mean they scored 5 runs in the first inning alone. It was kind of awesome. B stretched a single into a double, and was so proud of himself. He got to play first base for part of the game, and he was thrilled! The dynamic B duo is absolutely precious. I'm so glad my B found such a great friend in the other B.
I was talking to the other B's mom about the Relay for Life (future post), and found out his cub scout troop is involved. Any hope I had for B going home to sleep flew out the window when I found out the other B would be on the track from 3-4 am. I guarantee my B will be right there with him.
After baseball was over, we came home to shower and eat lunch, and then we had several hours of relaxation. They played video games and watched a movie, while I caught up on some laundry and watched some of the shows on my DVR. Then, N left for church with his dad, and I started getting ready to go see "42" with my friend Michelle.
See, we've both wanted to see this movie for months, and it finally came out this weekend! PLUS, as an added bonus, in class on Friday, my professor said we could get extra credit for going to see it and writing a brief summary. Um, twist my arm... Michelle and I met for dinner at Cheddars, and spent the entire meal quoting "Can't Hardly Wait," but more specifically, anything Kenny Fisher. Why? Because our waiter was totally a horrid version of Special K. It was ridiculous, and I'm not sure when the last time was that I laughed that hard.
Usually, when Michelle and I go to the movies, we see 19 previews of movies we want to see. We add them to our "to watch together" list, and then rarely go see them. We're good at that. This time, there were maybe two previews worth it: Internship with Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, which looked stupid funny, and The Great Gatsby with Leo DiCaprio. I wasn't a huge fan of the book, but the remake of "So Happy Together" totally sucked me in.
And then...it was time. We're both lovers of all things baseball, so we couldn't wait to see it. We'd heard there were some parts that were pretty hard to take, and less than 20 minutes into it, I told her, "Man, I'm going to cry a few times. I already know." I won't give anything away because a lot of people I know intend to see it, but I will say this. It was one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. It probably didn't even show a fraction of what that man went through, but it showed so much about his character. I love that Rachel Robinson was an active part of the movie-making process.
And I loved that movie. I told N I would watch it and consider taking him to see it, but if I decided it was too much for him, he needed to accept that. I think I'll probably take him to see it. I think he could learn so much from it. And that's really what's important to me; helping my son to learn about what hard work, dedication, and sticking to your guns will get you in this world.
There were several moments where I was near tears and several moments where I wanted to cheer out loud. It will be a movie I am happy to add to my collection when it comes out on DVD...one I will see again while it's in theaters. And Monday is the day where all MLB teams wear "42" as a tribute to Jackie Robinson. It's my favorite day in baseball, my favorite number on the back of every single player. It gets me giddy just thinking about it.
42 has always been more than a number to me...but even more so now.
Aubs
I'm not sure when/if our boys figured out they were playing for nothing, but our 7 boys beat the other team 13-10. After I left to take B to his game, N hit an in-the-park homer. I promise you, he did it just because I left.
At B's game, they hit the ground running...and by that, I mean they scored 5 runs in the first inning alone. It was kind of awesome. B stretched a single into a double, and was so proud of himself. He got to play first base for part of the game, and he was thrilled! The dynamic B duo is absolutely precious. I'm so glad my B found such a great friend in the other B.
I was talking to the other B's mom about the Relay for Life (future post), and found out his cub scout troop is involved. Any hope I had for B going home to sleep flew out the window when I found out the other B would be on the track from 3-4 am. I guarantee my B will be right there with him.
After baseball was over, we came home to shower and eat lunch, and then we had several hours of relaxation. They played video games and watched a movie, while I caught up on some laundry and watched some of the shows on my DVR. Then, N left for church with his dad, and I started getting ready to go see "42" with my friend Michelle.
See, we've both wanted to see this movie for months, and it finally came out this weekend! PLUS, as an added bonus, in class on Friday, my professor said we could get extra credit for going to see it and writing a brief summary. Um, twist my arm... Michelle and I met for dinner at Cheddars, and spent the entire meal quoting "Can't Hardly Wait," but more specifically, anything Kenny Fisher. Why? Because our waiter was totally a horrid version of Special K. It was ridiculous, and I'm not sure when the last time was that I laughed that hard.
Usually, when Michelle and I go to the movies, we see 19 previews of movies we want to see. We add them to our "to watch together" list, and then rarely go see them. We're good at that. This time, there were maybe two previews worth it: Internship with Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, which looked stupid funny, and The Great Gatsby with Leo DiCaprio. I wasn't a huge fan of the book, but the remake of "So Happy Together" totally sucked me in.
And then...it was time. We're both lovers of all things baseball, so we couldn't wait to see it. We'd heard there were some parts that were pretty hard to take, and less than 20 minutes into it, I told her, "Man, I'm going to cry a few times. I already know." I won't give anything away because a lot of people I know intend to see it, but I will say this. It was one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. It probably didn't even show a fraction of what that man went through, but it showed so much about his character. I love that Rachel Robinson was an active part of the movie-making process.
And I loved that movie. I told N I would watch it and consider taking him to see it, but if I decided it was too much for him, he needed to accept that. I think I'll probably take him to see it. I think he could learn so much from it. And that's really what's important to me; helping my son to learn about what hard work, dedication, and sticking to your guns will get you in this world.
There were several moments where I was near tears and several moments where I wanted to cheer out loud. It will be a movie I am happy to add to my collection when it comes out on DVD...one I will see again while it's in theaters. And Monday is the day where all MLB teams wear "42" as a tribute to Jackie Robinson. It's my favorite day in baseball, my favorite number on the back of every single player. It gets me giddy just thinking about it.
42 has always been more than a number to me...but even more so now.
Aubs
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Friday Night Lights
Baseball lights, that is... Tonight was B's first night game, and it was so much fun! I obviously use the term "night" loosely, as it was still light for at least an hour after we finished, but still. He thought it was awesome that he had a "night" game before his brother did this season.
U7 baseball is hilarious. The parents are so into it when it's their child, and really open to laughing about anything. Unless it's their son. Then it's serious and stressful. I was just thrilled that B hit the ball each time he was up to bat. He hit three doubles in the game, and got the "Hammer" award. All that means is that he'll get stickers on Monday, so he's super excited. It's all about the stickers on helmets these days. I guess. N doesn't really get it either.
I had to leave the game early to get N to a make-up practice, so I didn't get to see the last double he hit, but they did win 10-5, so that's exciting! At N's practice, they worked hard in the hour they were there, and N was exhausted (and starving) by the time we finished. B's dad took him to eat dinner (read: took him to a carnival instead), and I had originally promised the boys an "out to eat" night, so N and I hit Chick Fil-A, then came home to watch the Rangers.
It was a pretty low key evening, but that's perfect because tomorrow morning, we have to be at the ball fields early for N's game, then I have to leave halfway through to get B to his game. What a hectic morning! My mom's coming to the game tomorrow, so I'll have another set of eyes in case I miss anything.
Speaking of missing anything...I finally had class (for the first time in a month) this morning. It was weird. After being off for that long, it's hard to remember where we were, and he goes off on so many tangents, that it's hard to figure it out even if you take notes.
Also, it doesn't look like we're going to move into the cute little duplex. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but he was wanting entirely too much up front, and I'm okay with passing on it for that. If it was right for my boys and me, it would've worked out. I also found out that the family who lives below us is moving in the next month or so, which thrills N to no end because he doesn't like the smell. They're perfectly nice, but they are an Indian family, and they cook a ton of Indian food. It can be overpowering at times, and there have been a few times where I've changed my shirt before walking out the door because it smelled like curry, but that's life in an apartment. If we don't find anywhere else, then we stay put.
What else are we going to do? I've had a lot of interest on the job front, too, so that's pretty spectacular. I'm looking forward to finding something that will be a good fit for my boys and me...and juggling schedules as a result. Lucky for me...I love a challenge.
I just need to master challenging one thing at a time.
Maybe.
Aubs
U7 baseball is hilarious. The parents are so into it when it's their child, and really open to laughing about anything. Unless it's their son. Then it's serious and stressful. I was just thrilled that B hit the ball each time he was up to bat. He hit three doubles in the game, and got the "Hammer" award. All that means is that he'll get stickers on Monday, so he's super excited. It's all about the stickers on helmets these days. I guess. N doesn't really get it either.
I had to leave the game early to get N to a make-up practice, so I didn't get to see the last double he hit, but they did win 10-5, so that's exciting! At N's practice, they worked hard in the hour they were there, and N was exhausted (and starving) by the time we finished. B's dad took him to eat dinner (read: took him to a carnival instead), and I had originally promised the boys an "out to eat" night, so N and I hit Chick Fil-A, then came home to watch the Rangers.
It was a pretty low key evening, but that's perfect because tomorrow morning, we have to be at the ball fields early for N's game, then I have to leave halfway through to get B to his game. What a hectic morning! My mom's coming to the game tomorrow, so I'll have another set of eyes in case I miss anything.
Speaking of missing anything...I finally had class (for the first time in a month) this morning. It was weird. After being off for that long, it's hard to remember where we were, and he goes off on so many tangents, that it's hard to figure it out even if you take notes.
Also, it doesn't look like we're going to move into the cute little duplex. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but he was wanting entirely too much up front, and I'm okay with passing on it for that. If it was right for my boys and me, it would've worked out. I also found out that the family who lives below us is moving in the next month or so, which thrills N to no end because he doesn't like the smell. They're perfectly nice, but they are an Indian family, and they cook a ton of Indian food. It can be overpowering at times, and there have been a few times where I've changed my shirt before walking out the door because it smelled like curry, but that's life in an apartment. If we don't find anywhere else, then we stay put.
What else are we going to do? I've had a lot of interest on the job front, too, so that's pretty spectacular. I'm looking forward to finding something that will be a good fit for my boys and me...and juggling schedules as a result. Lucky for me...I love a challenge.
I just need to master challenging one thing at a time.
Maybe.
Aubs
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Procrastination
I'm (one of several, I'm sure) the queen of procrastination. I don't do it on purpose, but I'm horrible at it...especially when it comes to writing papers. And this is not a bad thing. (And now, I fully intend to toot my own horn.)
I'm a decent writer, if I do say so myself. I'm far from perfect, but I usually get my point across in a way that makes other people really get where I'm coming from. I write from the heart; for laughs, for tears, or any other emotion that comes my way. And when push comes to shove, I'm ridiculous at hammering out assignments right before they're due.
Disclaimer: It is NOT the right way to do things, and at some point, it will come back to bite me in the butt, however, today is not that day. I hope.
I've had an assignment that I've known about for a while about some aspect of United States foreign policy. I dislike politics...not because I don't understand, but because I dislike listening to people spout off when they know little about what's going on in the world. People like to hear themselves talk, and I know I'm one of them sometimes. Give me something I'm passionate about, and I'll talk your ear off even more than I normally would. Yes, it happens.
And I get that people can be passionate about politics. More power to them. It just irritates me when their "passion" is nothing more than badmouthing someone they dislike. That said, I'm not the president's biggest fan. Sorry if that offends you, but he is not who I voted for, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. I think he has bitten off way more than he can chew, and it will take the next president a long time to regain the ground that has been lost. That is my opinion, to which I am completely entitled, since I live in the United States of America. Others have vastly different opinions, and that's also their right. I do not call him any names and I wish him no harm...I just think there's someone better suited for his job.
Anyway, I'm supposed to tell the president how to do his job, and I've struggled with it because the smarty pants in me wants to just say something like, "Dude. Quit. You just need to go. Okay, bye." but there's no way I could stretch that out to 1 1/2 to 2 pages, so I actually had to do the research.
This week has left me totally exhausted.
Monday: All day field trip, B batting practice, N fielding practice
Tuesday: Babysitting all morning, homework
Wednesday: Job interview, homework, Relay for Life meeting
Thursday: Homework, B fielding practice, N 5 mountains of homework
Friday: School, test, homework, B baseball game, N batting practice
Saturday: Games at 9, 10:30 (N, B) homework, date night with my friend Michelle
Sunday: Deadline for 6 chapters, 3 assignments, and 6 quizzes and 2 tests.
I'm to the point where I'm laughing hysterically at nothing. And while that's nothing new, it's giving me the hiccups and I can't even concentrate when I sound like the mouse on Dumbo.
Hic.
Aubs
I'm a decent writer, if I do say so myself. I'm far from perfect, but I usually get my point across in a way that makes other people really get where I'm coming from. I write from the heart; for laughs, for tears, or any other emotion that comes my way. And when push comes to shove, I'm ridiculous at hammering out assignments right before they're due.
Disclaimer: It is NOT the right way to do things, and at some point, it will come back to bite me in the butt, however, today is not that day. I hope.
I've had an assignment that I've known about for a while about some aspect of United States foreign policy. I dislike politics...not because I don't understand, but because I dislike listening to people spout off when they know little about what's going on in the world. People like to hear themselves talk, and I know I'm one of them sometimes. Give me something I'm passionate about, and I'll talk your ear off even more than I normally would. Yes, it happens.
And I get that people can be passionate about politics. More power to them. It just irritates me when their "passion" is nothing more than badmouthing someone they dislike. That said, I'm not the president's biggest fan. Sorry if that offends you, but he is not who I voted for, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. I think he has bitten off way more than he can chew, and it will take the next president a long time to regain the ground that has been lost. That is my opinion, to which I am completely entitled, since I live in the United States of America. Others have vastly different opinions, and that's also their right. I do not call him any names and I wish him no harm...I just think there's someone better suited for his job.
Anyway, I'm supposed to tell the president how to do his job, and I've struggled with it because the smarty pants in me wants to just say something like, "Dude. Quit. You just need to go. Okay, bye." but there's no way I could stretch that out to 1 1/2 to 2 pages, so I actually had to do the research.
This week has left me totally exhausted.
Monday: All day field trip, B batting practice, N fielding practice
Tuesday: Babysitting all morning, homework
Wednesday: Job interview, homework, Relay for Life meeting
Thursday: Homework, B fielding practice, N 5 mountains of homework
Friday: School, test, homework, B baseball game, N batting practice
Saturday: Games at 9, 10:30 (N, B) homework, date night with my friend Michelle
Sunday: Deadline for 6 chapters, 3 assignments, and 6 quizzes and 2 tests.
I'm to the point where I'm laughing hysterically at nothing. And while that's nothing new, it's giving me the hiccups and I can't even concentrate when I sound like the mouse on Dumbo.
Hic.
Aubs
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Whambulances, Meetings, and, by the way...cancer sucks.
Today, B had an issue with shoes. The Nikes he normally wears were covered in mud from a mishap on the playground yesterday, so I told him he needed to wear a different pair. He came out wearing a pair that he only uses for riding scooters...because he's torn the toes to shreds. He didn't appreciate when I told him to go change, and it started an argument that might've lasted for 29 minutes. I timed it. Because if I didn't have something to keep my mind slightly occupied, I would've gone off the deep end by 7:23 in the morning.
After listening to him whine, and calling at least 4 whambulances, he wore the shoes I wanted him to wear, limping and crying about how he could feel his foot getting sprained while he was sitting there. I rolled my eyes one too many times and he caught me. I told him I'd email his teacher, just to get him to be quiet...and after I dropped him at school, his teacher got an email that basically said, "B's being a complete pain in the rear today. He hates his shoes. If he messes with them too much, feel free to whack him with something."
She loves our correspondence. In fact, she enjoys it so much that she called one of the little girls on the playground "Aubrey" today instead of "Audrey" and she was apparently offended. I feel her pain. B's teacher is also a co-captain for the school's Relay for Life team, and she asked me once or twice if I wanted to help organize it. She emailed today, asking if I could attend a meeting, so I went.
And I'm in. I did the Relay for years in the town I used to live in, and it's an event that's so close to my heart. I know so many people who've been touched (read: rocked) by cancer, and while several of those have lost their battles, I know those who have fought and won, or are still fighting today.
My mom's one of them. And I'm super proud of her. Cancer has been in my life for as long as I can remember...and I've really missed doing the event. I'm excited to be a part of it again, and I hope that some of you who are local will come check it out if you've never been before...or even if you have!
If you'd like to make a donation to help me reach my goal of $200, you can read about why I Relay and make a donation on Aubrey's Relay for Life Page, or comment and I'll get in touch with you about how you can make a difference. Every little bit helps, and attending an event is a total life changer.
You should totally go. And you should probably go on April 27...it's only a couple of weeks away, and I have a lot of ground to cover to reach $200 by then. So, please, if you can, help me reach my goal!
Because y'all are awesome, and there's no reason we should ever let cancer win!
Aubs
After listening to him whine, and calling at least 4 whambulances, he wore the shoes I wanted him to wear, limping and crying about how he could feel his foot getting sprained while he was sitting there. I rolled my eyes one too many times and he caught me. I told him I'd email his teacher, just to get him to be quiet...and after I dropped him at school, his teacher got an email that basically said, "B's being a complete pain in the rear today. He hates his shoes. If he messes with them too much, feel free to whack him with something."
She loves our correspondence. In fact, she enjoys it so much that she called one of the little girls on the playground "Aubrey" today instead of "Audrey" and she was apparently offended. I feel her pain. B's teacher is also a co-captain for the school's Relay for Life team, and she asked me once or twice if I wanted to help organize it. She emailed today, asking if I could attend a meeting, so I went.
And I'm in. I did the Relay for years in the town I used to live in, and it's an event that's so close to my heart. I know so many people who've been touched (read: rocked) by cancer, and while several of those have lost their battles, I know those who have fought and won, or are still fighting today.
My mom's one of them. And I'm super proud of her. Cancer has been in my life for as long as I can remember...and I've really missed doing the event. I'm excited to be a part of it again, and I hope that some of you who are local will come check it out if you've never been before...or even if you have!
If you'd like to make a donation to help me reach my goal of $200, you can read about why I Relay and make a donation on Aubrey's Relay for Life Page, or comment and I'll get in touch with you about how you can make a difference. Every little bit helps, and attending an event is a total life changer.
You should totally go. And you should probably go on April 27...it's only a couple of weeks away, and I have a lot of ground to cover to reach $200 by then. So, please, if you can, help me reach my goal!
Because y'all are awesome, and there's no reason we should ever let cancer win!
Aubs
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Makeover & Massage
I had the most fantastic makeover and massage today...thanks to my best girl. She's 5, and she's pretty awesome. Not only did I get a hairstyle, but I got a forehead massage with Winter Apple from Bath & Body Works, and a FULL makeover of my face while we were waiting for the foundation guy to come.
Bless him, he didn't even say a word about my gooey fuchsia lips, except, "I get it. I have two boys." which only made me hesitate ever so slightly. I also got to watch Barbie movies on the iPad while she worked, and when I gave her free reign to pick my colors, she said she would pick them based on my outfit.
I simply HAD to return the favor. As I was brushing her hair, and spraying it liberally with "deodorant" (aka Dove leave-in conditioner, I think), she explained that she had a date night with her hubs that night. They were headed into D.C. to eat dinner and catch a movie, and would I mind babysitting her 4 children? I agreed, and told her, since she was having a date night and all, that I absolutely had to curl her hair. Her eyes lit up, and she raced for the curling iron!
She put on a gold dress, and I curled her hair and put a sparkly clip in it. Then she took off for her date night, after reminding me that her phone number was, "214972." She called to check in several times, and sent her husband home once to help me quiet a crying baby...she just insisted. She also told me NOT to do the dishes. It was so fun! Meanwhile, her A.DOR.A.BLE. little brother was playing cars and asking me to read the names off the backs of the packages. Apparently, it's his latest obsession. He was as happy as anyone...just like always.
Those two...they do my heart good. And my heart needed some good after a super late night with my own kids and a completely dramatic morning. I love that they're both playing sports. I do NOT love the late nights on Mondays and Wednesdays. I do NOT love the early mornings on Tuesdays & Thursdays...and Saturdays, truth be told. I'm blessed with children who sleep in. This "be at the field at 8:30" thing does not work for me.
But, they love it, and that's all that matters.
In other exciting news, I was playing catch with B earlier, and I told him to throw me the ball. Then I looked at my watch because N wanted to go to a friend's house and I wanted to see what time it was. B had already thrown the ball, and it hit my arm. On my watch band. Which is metal. I felt it reverberate through my bone, and watched as my arm became pink, then red, then purple at an alarming rate. He was beside himself because he thought he was in trouble. Our rule is "Never throw a ball to someone unless they're ready." And it wasn't his fault. I told him I was ready. But then...I wasn't.
So I'll be sporting a fantastic bruise on my left wrist area tomorrow for another job interview.
Do I know how to make a splash or what?!
Aubs
Bless him, he didn't even say a word about my gooey fuchsia lips, except, "I get it. I have two boys." which only made me hesitate ever so slightly. I also got to watch Barbie movies on the iPad while she worked, and when I gave her free reign to pick my colors, she said she would pick them based on my outfit.
I simply HAD to return the favor. As I was brushing her hair, and spraying it liberally with "deodorant" (aka Dove leave-in conditioner, I think), she explained that she had a date night with her hubs that night. They were headed into D.C. to eat dinner and catch a movie, and would I mind babysitting her 4 children? I agreed, and told her, since she was having a date night and all, that I absolutely had to curl her hair. Her eyes lit up, and she raced for the curling iron!
She put on a gold dress, and I curled her hair and put a sparkly clip in it. Then she took off for her date night, after reminding me that her phone number was, "214972." She called to check in several times, and sent her husband home once to help me quiet a crying baby...she just insisted. She also told me NOT to do the dishes. It was so fun! Meanwhile, her A.DOR.A.BLE. little brother was playing cars and asking me to read the names off the backs of the packages. Apparently, it's his latest obsession. He was as happy as anyone...just like always.
Those two...they do my heart good. And my heart needed some good after a super late night with my own kids and a completely dramatic morning. I love that they're both playing sports. I do NOT love the late nights on Mondays and Wednesdays. I do NOT love the early mornings on Tuesdays & Thursdays...and Saturdays, truth be told. I'm blessed with children who sleep in. This "be at the field at 8:30" thing does not work for me.
But, they love it, and that's all that matters.
In other exciting news, I was playing catch with B earlier, and I told him to throw me the ball. Then I looked at my watch because N wanted to go to a friend's house and I wanted to see what time it was. B had already thrown the ball, and it hit my arm. On my watch band. Which is metal. I felt it reverberate through my bone, and watched as my arm became pink, then red, then purple at an alarming rate. He was beside himself because he thought he was in trouble. Our rule is "Never throw a ball to someone unless they're ready." And it wasn't his fault. I told him I was ready. But then...I wasn't.
So I'll be sporting a fantastic bruise on my left wrist area tomorrow for another job interview.
Do I know how to make a splash or what?!
Aubs
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