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Our day has been perfection. A day at the beach topped off with a family movie night.
Mad Dog was ever resourceful in creating tonight’s movie cuisine.
Is it considered to be popcorn chicken if Mad Dog throws some chicken nuggets in some bowls of popcorn for the boys’ dinner?
The boys think he’s a genius of course.
Mad Dog has encouraged me to post the following:
Mad Dog left me a note (I’m serious) containing the breakdown of the Lightning Bolt’s statistics. At season’s end the Lightning Bolts were 15-0 with over 120 goals scored (I think Full Speed scored about 5 of those) with only 6 goals allowed (two of these we accidentally scored on ourselves–it can get confusing out there).
Full Speed was the youngest and least experienced of the bunch but hands down brought the most comittment and enthusiasm. His skills improved considerably over the course of the six week season.
Mad Dog would also like to take complete ownership of his team’s success. He believes his leadership and superior game tactics led the Lightning Bolts to their storied season. He is already formulating a book tentatively called “The Winner’s Circle: Musings of a Great Man”.
If you want my opinion (please don’t read this Mad Dog because I really want you to dedicate your book to writesforallmommies), I believe we lucked out with players that were older, experienced and happened to possess mad soccer skills. I couldn’t believe how some of these kids could march that ball up and down the field and get in shot after shot. They were certainly a talented bunch.
It’s all subjective, right?
You can check out more of my subjectivity in MY upcoming book, “Always ‘Agree’ with Your Husband and Pray He Doesn’t Read Your Blog”.
I’d dedicate it to Mad Dog, of course!
Sometimes when you least expect it, the heavens of good fortune rain down upon you and your in-laws offer to take your kids for the whole night.
Little T.Puzzle just got picked up by Grandma and his cousins. They are on their way to get Full Speed from his summer camp.
I am breathing in the silence.
Amazing.
My goal is to grow this opportunity for the future. First it starts with one night, then I’m going to hope for one weekend and then if I’m really, truly frazzled (which you know I am) I’m going to shoot for one whole month. Heck, why not go for a whole year?
You know I couldn’t do that. Then I’d have to change my blog’s name to ‘writes for no apparent reason’.
My life is a rollercoaster and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Except maybe a weekend getaway without kids.
As I was getting little T.Puzzle dressed for the day, he is always curious to know what kind of character underpants he is going to wear. He is delighted when the characters are Thomas the Train related.
“Don’t peep or poop on Thomas!” he exclaims. I love that he says peep. It never fails to entertain me. I will be sad when he finally figures that one out.
Our day was action-packed as usual. We started at the sprinklers, headed out for pizza and then topped it off with Target. Mad Dog even had additional plans for our evening but I quickly nixed them. I told him I needed a break.
Desperately.
He then offered to take the boys to the grocery. This left me with some peace and quiet.
Finally.
When my trio of men returned, Full Speed was the first one through the door.
“What kind of report am I going to get from your Dad?” I asked referencing his and little T.Puzzle’s behavior at the store.
“Goodish and badish, Mom.”
It was goodish that he told the truth I guess.
We are slowly getting back to our regular routine. I knew little T.Puzzle’s first day back at school was going to be ‘challenging’ after such a long vacation. In other words, it was really going to hit the fan. If you’ve read this blog enough, you know exactly what I mean.
During the week I did my best to prepare him for his return. I would tell him what we had planned for each day and talk enthusiastically about him going back to school on Friday.
He didn’t buy a word of it.
All I could do was rise and shine and put my game face on for school day. The boys were both awake when I determinedly entered their room. Full Speed was beaming. He was happy because he still had another day at home. Little T.Puzzle was a whining, miserable mess.
Full Speed pops up from bed and darts to the bathroom. Little T.Puzzle moves at sloth speed and tears abound. His attitude goes from bad to worse in six seconds flat and I order him back to his room to shape up. Then all we hear are piteous cries coming from the boys’ room.
I don’t know if it was the exhaustion of hosting six additional people for several days or my trips to the pool and beach, but in the midst of caring for all the clan, I had an earache brewing.
I offhandedly mention this to Mad Dog. Full Speed hears this too and promptly says, “I know why your ear hurts, Mom. It’s because little T.Puzzle is screaming so loud.”
Good call.
And for the record, little T.Puzzle had an awesome first day back.