Son Number Two hit a homer!
(Okay, so this happened on Thursday….but still. I’m a busy mom of many! Give me a break!)
I would provide you with a play-by-play of the event as it happened, but as luck would have it (or should I say, my ill fate), I was walking off the field at the exact same time as Jem’s hit.
In other words, I completely missed it.
Well, blame the on-site “Biffy.” Angela will have nothing to do these public porta-potties and either waits ‘til she gets home or…doesn’t. Consequently I now have a plastic potty chair in the back of the van, along with a tattered roll of toilet paper, a couple of bats, a plastic helmet, and a box of frozen waffles that I bought last week at Sam’s Club. (Woops.)
Angela loves her private potty and in fact, prefers it to the ones inside our house. Unfortunately none of this mattered on Thursday evening; she had an accident regardless. Doesn’t it figure? According to my husband, the ball soared over our heads as we were leaving the field…and my cell phone rang shortly thereafter with the news.
And that’s the story.
Of my life.
As a busy mom.
Cate made a most sweet offering this morning—she donated several inches of her hair to Locks of Love. (This story, at least, is recent!)
“I didn’t really want to get a bob,” Cate admitted, “but it’s my gift to Jesus. He gives Himself to me in Holy Communion and I want to give something back to Him.”
How could I say no to that?
One Last Story and Then You’re Free
I’m still shaking my head over David Cook’s win on American Idol. (Me and like, 80 other critics.) I read that over 97 million votes were counted, which is just…unthinkable, really. How would you act if you knew that many people “knew” you? Would you be different, do you think? Or would you just not think about it?
My friend had once again TiVoed the show so that her family could fast-forward through the commercials and whatnot. At the very moment of Ryan Seacrest’s announcement, when he said, “And the winner is…David…”
…the recording ended.
“Ack!” they screamed. “Who won?!! Who won?!!”
A stampede to the computer then ensued. They found out who won but did not see the final song or the confetti or the shining eyes as the contestants—all twelve of them—said goodbye.
“Technology let us down!” my friend said, shaking her head in disbelief as she told me about it the next day.
It does that, I hear, from time to time.
Though granted, I wouldn’t know. ; )
And that’s all I have for you today, my friends! Nothing too earth-shattering but this is where we’re at these days…surviving the end of the school season and looking forward to the calmer, more quiet days of summer. (Ha.)
Let me know how you are, if you’d like. Any big plans for the weekend?
Ad Jesum per Mariam,