Today was a long day. An extremely long day.
Today was the second day of baseball registrations. Remember this post? Today, we were there for six hours. Not really that long, right? Well, in that six hour time period, I must have said And did you READ the Parent Code of Conduct before you signed it? at least150 times. And I didn't start to keep track until after the first couple of hours. On the plus side, that means that registration numbers were good. Of course, it also means that I will now be having nightmares about that phrase.
Even more frightening, I'll be repeating this experience two more times in the next two weeks.
However, I am now a pro at calculating the difference between your real age and your "league age" based on your birth month and year.
The Redskins/Seahawks game was on today. Depending on your point of view, here's how it ended up.
The Seahawks game was awesome.
The Redskins game sucked.
Sadly, Coach was watching the Redskins game. He was not a happy man tonight.
After Coach and Bug had gone to bed tonight, I was able to spend some one-on-one time with Jock. He and I watched a movie together. It wasn't planned. In fact, he only meant to sit with me for a few minutes and then go on to bed himself. But, after flipping through the channels, checking the scores, he landed on Bridge to Terabithia. Have you ever seen that movie? We hadn't. I have to say, I LOVED IT. It felt to me like a spin on My Girl and Labyrinth.
We sat there, and got engrossed in the movie. Before I knew it, Jock had grabbed a sofa pillow and laid his head down in my lap. (That's his favorite cue to me to rub his head!) What started as a few minutes, turned into a couple of hours, just he and I. The best part? It wasn't a scary movie, or a violent action movie. It was basically a kid's movie. *spoiler alert!* At the point where the girl dies, I mentioned to Jock that when his uncle (my bull rider brother) was Jock's age, he had a friend that was killed in a car accident; and that the summer before my senior year in high school one of my very best friends was shot and killed in a convenience store robbery. He looked up and me and said, "Wow. And I thought it sucked just to move away from your friends." Gave him a whole new perspective on our move from Utah to Arizona a couple of years ago.
And yes, I cried. But I don't think he noticed. If he did, he didn't give me a hard time about it.
Coach and I were talking earlier, about how the 80's couldn't have been that bad, as we've noticed they are starting to bring things back from that decade. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Transformers. American Gladiators. Knight Rider.
At which point, Bug cries from down the hall "The 80's SUCKED!!!"
Shocked and appalled to the tips of my toes, I had to ask him WHY he thought that, since he enjoys the music I listen to. His reply?
"That's where all the hippies ended up!"
I'm not sure even he has a clue what he was talking about. But we didn't stop giggling about it long enough to ask him before the moment had passed.
With a Saturday like this one has been, wish me luck tomorrow. Between the laundry and the grocery store, I might not survive.