Now I have two kiddos, am working full time, have a husband who no longer works late, and a cleaning service that mops, um -- don't judge -- once a month. (We have a small house.)
Tonight I worked until 8 p.m., had dinner with a colleague until 9ish, and got home at 9:30 p.m. after a long day of dealing with what I like to refer to as triple I's: Important Immigrant Irritations. Who amongst us doesn't love alliteration? Let him cast the first stone. (Short aside: I once joined a book club that was just forming. We were all having a discussion about when we should meet, and "First Fridays" was my suggestion. However, some important member was always busy on that day, so I came up with the following to satiate my alliterative drive: Book Club will meet the Friday Following the First Friday of each month (FFFF).)
And when I got home at 9:30 p.m., all the house was quiet and completely dark. I chose not to take this personally, and felt Thursday calling. So, here I am.
The following is on my mind ...
- It's not possible, but still, I will soon have a child whose age is in double digits.
- I don't record enough of the hilarity of the everyday, which I used to do ad nauseum.
- I can't possibly be taking enough photos of poor, sweet Sam.
Note that they're all negative. I noted that, and my well-trained, self-aware mind said, "Write 3 positives to counteract negative thinking." So, here:
- I feel that I make a consistent & concerted effort to be a better parent mostly daily.
- I go to bed earlier on average these days than in the last few years.
- I try to live a balanced life that is focused on neither me nor my family, but us as a whole.
And now for the love of all that is good in the world ... on to just some photos... no more psychobabble.
It is soccer season, and I'm reminiscing about John-John's first year on a team. He was three and serious, but as fate would have it, he got on the pink team. It was appropriately named the Pink Panthers, and not to worry because John -- as fate would have it -- was in a pink phase.
|Not such a pink phase that he didn't insist upon orange socks.|
|John scored a goal.|
|John's team won the game.|
And then came Sam's first year, which was marked with utter adherence to the rules. NOT. I once ran into a college friend at the fields (his kid was playing on an opposing team) and during our catch-up-on-the-last-almost-20-years conversation, Sam pulled down his pants and mooned the referees. TRUE STORY.
|Obviously, we don't have a pic of him engaged in the act of mooning, but we do have proof that he played soccer for the Black Bears because of black uniform top, of course.|
And those are all the pictures I have. Hopefully I can do better this year in terms of sports memories.
But until then..