I got to sleep in until 11 !!! That’s one o’clock for you eastern people! Whoo hoo, for Thanksgiving Break. So, as I’m sitting here, coffee two inches away, my head and body are still screaming out for my warm bed. I’ve had an emotionally draining week/weekend with my kids. Some things that I haven’t worked out in my head yet so I don’t feel like I can really talk about it and give it the justice it deserves. And I realize that will probably make no sense to some people. But, sleep helps me work out problems in my head. Mull around different scenarios and try to come to some kind of resolution for the problems that I am facing. I have come up with NOTHING so far. God, it’s hard being a mom!
I wish that I had something funny to tell you that happened this week. Oh, wait, I did have something embarrassing happen to me last night.
Yesterday was Mr. P.’s first wrestling match. I’m a newbie mom to the wrestling world. So, I was excited and nervous to attend his first match last night. We got there early because the coach wanted to have a quick parents meeting before the match started. But, as he was describing how to score a match and all the strange mumbo jumbo jargon, I felt really out of my league. I was under the impression that you just had to pin the guy to win. Nope. Lots of other shit is involved. So, as I sat in the bleachers trying to pay close attention to his foreign language of scoring, I noticed a lady in a white leather jacket sitting in front of me who bent forward to grab something by her feet and my skin started to crawl when I noticed her “mormon” garments. I threw a quick elbow jab at AF and a head bob towards the lady in question. He whispered in my ear, “So?” I shrugged. (Not “so”, can’t I go anywhere without running into mormons?) UGH!! And yes, I am a bigot when it comes to mormons. I at least know that about myself. I hope that someday I will not feel this strongly about hating them so much. But, as for right now, they make my skin crawl. Being in close proximity to one makes my devil eyes come out and I want to bore a hole through their heads.
So now, I was no longer paying close attention to the coach on how to score a match. I was staring at mormon lady. Watching her posture. Judging her. How lame is that. Pretty lame. Thankfully coach was done explaining how to score and went on to let us know that not everyone would be wrestling tonight. My son included. Crap. Bummer.
Right when the first match was getting ready to start Diva spilled her Dr. Pepper all over the gym bleachers and started bawling really loudly. Crap. Trying to calm her down. Feeling everyone’s eyes on the back of my head while helping Diva out. Just great. I had to tell her that if she didn’t stop crying about her stupid Dr. Pepper that I was going to have to ground her. She sat silently for the next five minutes with tears running down her face. I spent the next five minutes with my eyes stuck in the back of my head!
Yeah, finally, they started. Love the outfits and headgear! So flattering.
I spent the remainder of the next hour with my hands over my eyes peaking through and grimacing. Ouch. Oooh, man that had to hurt. OMG! Oh my, can they do that? Holy shit! Ooooh, eeeeeee! Weird gibberish mumbled under my breath for the poor boys on the mat. And they WANT to do this?
The hour went by quickly. Mr. P. was excited to know what I thought. But, as soon as we got in the car Diva and Mr. K. took over the conversation with Mr. P. and I couldn’t get a word in edge wise. I decided it was a fast food night since it was almost 7:30 and let Mr. P. choose where he would like to eat. Panda Express it was.
When we got there, and after I ordered for him, I finally had a chance to tell him what it was like for me. My first wrestling match. I started describing my face expressions and mumbled words as I watched for the first time. But, the guy behind the counter thought that maybe I was retarded or something because he stopped scooping up the orange chicken and stared at me with a confused look on his face. When I looked at him, I realized what I must have looked like, and started laughing my ass off. He shrugged and asked if we wanted anything else. Still laughing, I paid and went back to the car. Ahhh, fun times. I love to embarrass myself in public.
So, now I’m off to make my famous cherry pie and some fudge for tomorrow’s dinner. Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
