As much as I hate it that the Aggies lost to LSU in a game that we could have won if not for five turnovers, two missed field goals and a missed extra point (I’m depressed all over again after typing that sentence) it might be for the best.
This is the time in a football season when my expectations are lowered and I don’t spend my whole week on football message boards analyzing all the data trying to figure out if we can beat LSU. This is the time that reality sets in and I can just watch the rest of the games with a healthy interest that doesn’t border on psychotic crazy woman with the shakes who screams at nineteen year old boys on the T.V. like they can hear me.
Had we won the game against LSU, I would have had at least two more weeks of football-induced stress filled with delusions of beating Alabama and the whole thing probably would have resulted in a stomach ulcer. The way I see it, the Aggies have saved me thousands in medical bills.
Yes. I realize I have a problem.
Anyway, we had a busy weekend around here. One of those weekends that kind of makes me glad it’s Monday so that I can get some rest and relax a little bit.
On Friday, I picked up Gulley’s boys from school and then picked up Caroline. Gulley met us back at my house and we attempted to catch up on all the events of the week since we’d pretty much been going in different directions for days and our communication had consisted of eighty-four three minute conversations.
But then the upholstery guy showed up to pick up my couch. I’ve been attempting to have white slipcovers made for the couch since June but couldn’t get my normal upholstery guy to call me back and had to find someone new. And so the new guy showed up on Friday afternoon and loaded my couch up in the back of a truck.
Let’s hope he really owns an upholstery business and this wasn’t just some elaborate sham to steal my ten-year-old couch with goldfish cracker remnants in every cushion.
After the couch made its exit, my friend Michelle arrived at the house. She came to spend the weekend with us. I greeted her with the news that we were babysitting Gulley’s boys for the night and had a big evening ahead filled with dinner at EZ’s and maybe ice cream at Baskin-Robbins. Oh, and by the way, we’ll be sitting on the floor of my living room all weekend because someone may or may not have stolen my couch.
It’s no wonder she wanted to spend the weekend with me. We show our guests a super good time.
Sure enough, we took the kids to EZ’s and then Baskin-Robbins. And while Will sat next to me eating his ice cream, he said, “Mel, do you know what would be the saddest thing in the whole world?”
“If my mom had never met you because then I wouldn’t know you either.”
Melt my heart.
Have I ever mentioned that Will is a smooth talker? We fully expect that someday girls will be lined up around the block trying to make him their own.
(In the interest of full disclosure, I believe he only told me this because I’d just let him get Skittles AND Gummie Bears in his ice cream.)
We came back home and I piled a bunch of blankets and quilts on the living room floor in an attempt to make a faux couch for the kids to sit on while they watched a movie. It must have been comfortable because Will and Jackson were asleep in about ten minutes flat. But Wakey Wakerson, otherwise known as my child, lasted through the whole movie because she has programmed herself to never EVER fall asleep until it’s absolutely necessary.
On Saturday morning Caroline had a soccer game on the other side of town. To quote one of the dads on the team, it was a real goat rodeo getting out there. I spent my time at the game watching Caroline play her heart out and avoiding looking at my phone because the A&M started at 11:00 and I was worried someone would text me a spoiler.
Sadly, Caroline’s team lost but she had a great game.
(Michelle took this picture which explains why it’s good. I didn’t take any pictures because I was in the midst of my communication blackout due to the Aggie game. Mother of the year.)
When the game was over we got in the car and drove to Gulley’s house as fast as we could because she’d recorded the game and they were waiting on us to start watching it. She’d also bought an entire platter of Chick-Fil-A nuggets. Which is one of the reasons she’s my best friend.
With great anticipation, we started the game. And we were ecstatic. We were jubilant. There was jumping up and down. Maybe even a few fist pumps.
And agony on me.
Deep, dark depression. Excessive misery.
But the chicken nuggets were delicious. And I actually avoided all social media, texts, etc. for over five hours which has to be some sort of personal record. It almost killed me. Not because of all the interaction but because I’m not really a girl who enjoys suspense and I knew that one look at the Twitter and I could know exactly how the whole thing ended.
So that was that.
On Sunday, Caroline had the chance to be a ball girl for the Incarnate Word’s women’s soccer team. And I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but real soccer games are long. That was basically our Sunday afternoon, but she had a great time.
(After this picture was taken, Caroline gave me an “Okay, MOM” with a wave of her hand like she was shooing an annoying bug. It was a tender moment.)
After that I dropped her off at a friend’s house where she’s part of a girls’ Bible study and I came home and sat on our “couch” to relax until Caroline got home. And somehow I ended up falling asleep because when your couch isn’t so much a couch as it is a pile of blankets with pillows all over it, well, I challenge you to not end up in a semi-comatose state. Possibly drooling.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if my couch really was absconded by a couch thief. I could leave my
living room like this forever. Get some cement blocks to put the T.V. on. Maybe a mini-fridge in the corner.
Sure, it might look like a fraternity house, but think of all the great naps I could take.