I’m really cranky this morning, and I have no valid excuse. I yelled at Livi over some silly how-many-monkeys-in-a-tree kindergarten math homework. I made her cry and had to apologize.
Nina’s nose is running like a faucet, and I wish she’d hurry up and learn to blow it by herself.
I just snapped at Ava for a semi-good reason, but I could have (and should have) reprimanded her kindly.
We have out-of-town guests coming at 11:00 and spending the day with us. I’m trying to get the house clean, but all three of my girls have been sabotaging my efforts. Livi and Ava built a pillow/blanket fort and filled it with all their Easter/b-day party trinkets, including a million pieces of sidewalk chalk. One of the girls “helped” blow Nina’s nose but then gave her the Kleenex to keep (???), and it’s shredded into a hundred pieces all over the living room floor.
I’m really not in the mood to entertain and be hospitable. Thankfully, my friend won’t be reading my blog until after she gets back home tonight, and by that time, I’m sure I’ll be Happy Kathy.
Ava had her first soccer game on Saturday morning in the bitter cold. They play six on six, and if you’re missing a player, you just play with whoever you have. Ava has triplet boys and two other girls on her team. None of them have ever played soccer before. They played a team with just five players. They lost 6-0. A little mite of a girl on the other team scored five of their goals. She dribbled like a pro and was faster than anything. Every time she got the ball, our team would just jog behind her down the field, mouths open in awe of her skill. I found myself feeling not-so-nice feelings inside my stomach toward a precious little girl. It certainly wasn’t her fault that she was so good. And I also found myself becoming one of those parents who yells a lot. “Ava! Kick the ball! Don’t just let her get it! Stop her! Take her out! Trip her!” Okay, most of that was just in my head.
I have some things to work on obviously.
I got some good news about book #3. It will be awhile before things get finalized, and then I can share–and ask you all for insight.
My vacuum cleaner doesn’t work. My washer gave me a couple good weeks (or just days? i lose track.) and now it’s on the blink again. It’s really windy. I’m just trying to get all the complaining out of my system, so my next blog can be happy. Actually, it’s probably a good idea to just nip this in the bud right now. Do complainers ever really get it all out of their system? No.
Five soccer games this week! (one’s a make-up game) Gabe and I will miss two of the five. Our moms are keeping the girls from Friday at noon until Saturday evening while we go to Michigan. They’ll be out-of-retirement Soccer Moms on Friday night and Saturday morning. This shouldn’t be tough, at least on my mother-in-law who is 35.
I got 10 writing books at the library yesterday. If you love to write and want to know some good books, I can help you out. Well, in a bit, after I’ve read them. I looooove reading about people who never felt like they fit in, who were always on the outside looking in, who felt like weirdos–and then they figured out why. They’re writers. I love to read and write.
We had Easter at Gabe’s aunt Theresa’s on Saturday. His cousin Tina always plans fabulous games for the kids with great prizes. They now have three huge beach balls and have been playing soccer in our living room. Thankfully, we still haven’t painted in there, and there’s nothing on the walls and hardly anything anywhere else, because they are dangerous.
Speaking of dangerous, it just got eerily silent. I’d better check it out. I’m rambling anyway at this point. Back tomorrow with happy thoughts and effusive joy!