I feel that this post should come with a warning that I almost didn’t write anything because the last several days around here have been so uneventful. That should be an indicator that the content contained herein might cause drowsiness and the feeling that you were smarter before you started reading it.
In fact, the only reason I’m writing anything is because I am multi-tasking while we watch the Spurs. P is flipping back and forth between the game and a show we’ve watched all afternoon on the National Geographic Channel called Inside Combat Rescue about parajumpers in Afghanistan that has led me to believe that I now have a working knowledge of how to conduct complicated medical procedures in a helicopter. The Spurs are up by 20 at this point so I have every reason to believe they’re going to win the championship tonight and am debating if I want to head downtown to flip over a car or just drive around and honk my horn to celebrate. In truth, I will do neither of these things because I’d have to get out of my pajamas and that would require more energy than I can muster at this point.
I think we’ve fully embraced all the down time this weekend because last week ended up being busier than we planned. Caroline was in a soccer camp every day which required us to get up in the morning and also things like face paint and making the world’s tiniest American flag because the campers received extra points for these types of things and Caroline is nothing if not competitive which meant there was no halfway for any of it. In the end it paid off because her team won first place in the World Cup competition and that child has always been a sucker for a medal.
We celebrated Father’s Day with Bops on Thursday because he and Mimi were leaving on a little trip and were going to be out of town and then we went to Old Navy because we are on a never-ending quest this summer to find the perfect swimsuit. You would think it wouldn’t be that hard to find a swimsuit for a skinny ten-year-old girl but you would be wrong. It can’t be pink, it can’t be “scratchy”, it can’t fit too tight or too loose. The list is really endless. And while we were in the dressing room at Old Navy I kind of started dancing to the music playing in the store and Caroline froze in the middle of trying on a swimsuit and said, “Please stop.”
“What? No one can see me!”, I said as I kept dancing.
“I can see you.”
I learned two things. 1) Never underestimate the power of threatening to pull out some dance moves to rein in any misbehavior and 2) As much as moms listen to the lyrics of LeAnn Womack’s song “I Hope You Dance” and wish that for their child, there are an equal amount of kids who would like to write a song called “I Hope You Don’t Dance”.
And I should state for the record I was by no means an overzealous dancer. It was just barely more than moving my head.
The good news is we found a swimsuit.
Then on Friday morning Caroline had her last day of soccer camp. While she was there I drove out to Dick’s Sporting Goods to get P another fishing shirt for Father’s Day because you can never have too many. And by you I mean P. I chose a blue one and I realized that P’s wardrobe is a lot like Prince William’s in that they both own a lot of blue shirts. That’s pretty much where the similarity ends unless Prince William has a bunch of fishing shirts from Academy that he wears in private.
And the only other thing of note from the weekend (and I’m using thing of note loosely) is that I managed to clean out several closets and cabinets and then even went so far to get rid of several frames I’ve had sitting on the dresser in our bedroom for far too long. Is it really necessary to have six framed pictures from your wedding displayed when you’re about to celebrate your 17th wedding anniversary? And then, emboldened and empowered by the removal of the frames, I decided to get rid of the lamps on our bedside tables that I have hated for the better part of six years now but have been too lazy to replace. I decided nothing will motivate me to find new lamps like not having any lamps.
So I ended up dropping off a huge load of stuff to Goodwill. There are really few things in life that make me feel more accomplished than that.
And, finally, Sunday we went to church, picked up tacos, celebrated Father’s Day and sat on the couch. But I feel like I’ve learned a lot of good medical terminology from the parajumper show so I can’t say it’s been totally unproductive.
Also, in the time it’s taken me to write this, the Spurs have won the championship. I am sticking to my guns and will not be heading downtown. However I will take this opportunity to say Go, Spurs, Go!