Continuing my trend of forgetting things, I completely failed to purchase and prepare snacks for my daughter’s soccer game tomorrow. I have to provide sliced oranges for half-time and a post-game snack for the six girls on the team. Hence, I will lose an hour of coveted Saturday morning sleep so I can rush to the grocery store first thing in the morning. How lovely.
We have to be at the soccer field at 11:00 a.m. Last Saturday, the girls played in fierce slanting rain–the knees of my jeans were totally soaked because how can you ward off slanting rain? But the girls had a great time and, as usual, crushed the other team. I feel sorry for every team we play because this little team of girls has a great coach and some natural ability. Tomorrow they say there will be no rain. I hope they are right.
My son has a football game which will dominate my husband’s day. They’ll leave at 9 a.m. and return around 3 p.m. Our son loves to play and my husband loves football. He does love it more when he’s watching a college game from the comfort of his chair, but will come later in the day.
I am looking forward to the end of the soocer/football seasons. Only three more weeks after this.
In other news, my twin teenagers invited two friends to sleep over, only very little sleep will be done. I don’t understand why it’s so much more fun to play Guitar Hero in the middle of the night, but apparently it is.
A little while ago I went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. I heard a keyboard begin to play, then a guitar begin to strum. I rolled my eyes. Surely the boys didn’t think that midnight would be a great time to play their instruments? I headed toward their room to scold them and then realized that the music wafted from my computer.
A pox on websites that have automatic music playing!
(Yes, this is three blog posts in three days. Be impressed. Be very impressed.)