Let’s try this again.
Recapping some of my previous post.
Still haven’t found the poop. Scary.
Warrior Dash is now in DAYS, not weeks, and I am less ready then I was when I hyperventilated a month ago. Really.
Cool kid lunches continue and I continue to be invited. I continue to be amazed that I am invited.
My life now revolves around softball rather then swimming. Turns out I ‘love out loud’ (thx HRCSF) as obnoxiously in softball as I do in swimming. You are in luck because it is not as easy to post a video of a softball game as it is a 2 minute swim race. I am still trying.
What else have I blogged about? Oh yes…if YOU plan on sharing this with BD (short for baby daddy) please have let me know-don’t slink around like a sneak to meddle in affairs that don’t concern you.
Kinsley has my number and now steps up to the plate and says, “I am going for toppings” because I promised her if she got a hit I would get her ice cream…she got on…next at bad she told me she wanted toppings. She’s going to be a 300pound All-Star hitter if this keeps up.
I got a text today that read, “what would you do if your son made honor roll” because I wasn’t there when my son got 2 AWARDS. 2. Two. Dos. Multiple. He came down all dressed up in a collared shirt and cargo shorts. I commented how nice he looked. Breaks my heart to think of him all dressed up walking up to earn 2 awards with no one there for him. This is sure to be a subject of a future blog or on a pschy—never mind—a shrinks couch—when he is older.
Saturday night I spent 10 hours at a softball field while my daughter won her first softball championship and spent 2 hours spying on my son who was expecting to get his first kiss at the movie in the park. Trust me, for a mother–all firsts are not created equal. Thank God she won and thank god he didn’t. Only one child got on base Saturday and that is a-okay with me.
Valentine’s day sucked (did I blog about that?) but Mother’s day did not.
Operation Pauper is still underway. To quote Forrest Gump, ” and that is all I have to say about that.”
The woman that gave birth to my husband–she doesn’t deserve the title mother or mom–continues to be a non-entity in our lives. Good for me. Sad for Phil. Sadder still for her as she misses out on the most adorable, precious, , sweetest, fattest baby ever. My Sadie girl will never know her–for that I am starting to be very thankful.
And there it is…an update. I am sure it was less interesting in recap then it was the first time but it-is-what-it-is. I don’t make this stuff up…I just write about it.