…nothing much going on today so I thought I’d ramble.
I was walking out to pick up Alex this evening as Dan was walking in from work; I gave him a quick peck on the lips then apologized for not getting much accomplished on my day off…
While waiting for Alex I mentally recapped my “unproductive” day. I did 8 loads of laundry including shower curtains from both bathrooms, cleaned the kitchen, scrubbed both bathrooms, ran a little over 2 miles, drove Abby to school for Math24, took Alex’s softball bag to her at 3:30, took the Abbers to Walmart to spend some Christmas moola (which required 2 bank stops beforehand to turn a can full of change into $39.76 of cold hard cash), stopped at the grocery store, put the groceries away, prepared dinner so Dan could pop it in the oven while I picked up Alex from school practice and dropped her at travel ball practice; after unloading Alex at travel ball I drove to the wrong location to register Abby for gymnastics (after a few texts I got to the correct registration sight), stopped at home to chat with Dan for 15 minutes then headed back out to pick up Alex….
The sad part is – I truly feel guilty for not getting more done.
At my last stop picking up Alex from travel ball practice she asked if I’d buy her a team sweatshirt (she saw the checkbook and struck – I was, at the time, writing a check for her travel ball fees), I told her ‘no’. She, in turn, did not speak to me during the ride home. Finally I said, “Ya know Alex… it’s a load of crap that you’re mad at me because I wouldn’t buy you a sweatshirt… how ’bout you use your own damn money? Today I paid $80 to get your sister back into gymnastics and I just wrote a check for $300 so that you can play travel ball…”
“It’s fine. I’m not mad.” followed by staring-out-the-passenger-side-window silence.
While eating dinner – chicken, rice, veggies – Abby said she didn’t like the rice… We got into a family discussion about how she seems to no longer be Dan’s kindred spirit rice lover; this was clearly unappreciated. She dropped her head, raised her eyebrows and muttered something under her breath about ‘not liking THIS rice, not ALL rice’!
I looked around and said, “Well…. that’s 2! I just need to get to Cal for the trifecta; what’s it gonna take for me to tick you off? Come on!!!! I want the hat trick!!”
After assuring me he would never be mad at me… he dropped some barbecue-laden chicken on the floor. He was still “Team Mom” while picking up the food; it wasn’t until I mentioned a wet paper towel that things went south.
Throw your hats onto the ice ladies and gentleman…
We rounded out the day watching our beloved Sabres come up just short again… they needed the hat trick way more than I did :/