I have been at the lake approximately 33 hours.
Shecky and I have butted heads approximately 5823 times in those 33 hours.
He has his first football practice is tomorrow morning at 10AM. FOOTBALL PRACTICE?!?!?! God… Help… Me.
I SWORE, before I ever had a child, that NO SON OF MINE WOULD EVER PLAY THE BARBARIC SPORT OF FOOTBALL!!!! Yah, ummm my 8 year old is in the Pee Wee League… and… I kinda think… it’ll be… GOOD for him. (Tell ANYONE I said that and I’ll have to cut a bitch… Capice? heh)
I love my son, beyond measure, but… he’s kinda… well… wussy! He cries over EVERYTHING… and… ANYTHING. This morning’s melt down was due to his wanting to wear a specific Tee Shirt that was so TOTALLY not appropriate for school. He started the water works and I was struck with an epiphany of such brilliance and magnitude the heavens themselves couldn’t contain its wonder…. I simply said, “Football players don’t cry over unimportant things.”
OH MY HELL… he grabbed a tissue, wiped his lil eyes and that. was. that.
What was my objection to football??? I honestly can’t remember!
P.S. I am back on program… after gaining 25 lbs over the summer. Bleh. Go to Plurking Our Butts Off to see updates and menus and recipes and work out details.
