The most important thing you need to know is that fall weather finally made it to San Antonio around 7 p.m. Saturday night. And there was much rejoicing in my heart. Especially because I’d spent two hours of Saturday morning sweating through another 95 degree soccer game.
The cooler temperatures almost inspired me to do my bi-annual clothing switch in my closet, but that idea lost out to the superior plan of sitting on the couch most of Sunday afternoon. And the reality is that it will be in the 90’s again by Wednesday so it’s a little premature to relegate my flip-flops and sleeveless shirts to the top of the closet.
We had a relaxing weekend around here. By Friday night all three of us were so tired that we just picked up pizza for dinner and were all in bed by 10:00. Of course part of the reason for this was because we knew we had to be up early on Saturday morning to drive two hours to Hutto, Texas for Caroline’s soccer game. Two of her teammates rode with us to the game and they spent the entire trip making those bracelets out of rubber bands. It was like an arts and crafts session in our backseat set to the music of Katy Perry singing “Roar”. Which you have to admit is a catchy tune. It’s just a shame that in about two weeks I’ll be so sick of it that I’ll want to throw the speakers in my car out the window.
The game was a good one even though we lost. The other team was a little more aggressive than what we’re used to and the ref failed to charge one of their players with a penalty even after this girl tripped Caroline and caused her to flip on her back. However, Caroline took it upon herself to push the girl with both hands the next time she got in her way. And that’s when the foul was called.
We had to explain after the game that while we appreciated the intensity, she might need to learn to be more subtle than to shove someone with both hands. That kind of thing tends to get noticed.
But it gave her something to talk about all the way home. She loves to have a grievance. I think it’s the Sicilian in her. In fact, there are times she’ll tell me a story about someone eating her Cheetos at lunch or some other crime and I’ve learned the most important question I can ask is, “When did this happen?” Because invariably her answer will be something like “when I was in third grade”.
And then we have a refresher course on concepts like mercy and grace and forgiveness. Heaven help me when she’s old enough to watch The Godfather.
Anyway, we didn’t get home until mid-afternoon on Saturday. P’s birthday was Sunday so we ended up grilling some quail and I baked a chocolate sheet cake that Caroline put six candles in since he turned forty-two and four plus two equals six. The only problem was he actually turned forty-three. But it was a nice thought. She also made him a card with a drawing of the two of them on the back and even included the laugh lines around his eyes. I’m really hoping she doesn’t do the same on my birthday.
Our Sunday was spent mainly in our pajamas. We made breakfast tacos and ate more birthday cake and enjoyed the cooler weather. It was the kind of day that gave us all a chance to catch our breath before another week hits us with all the math homework and science worksheets and soccer practices.
And that was our weekend. Hope yours was good, too.