Class this morning – Check!
Meeting with my advisor to check progress – Check!
Grocery shopping (wait, let me rephrase – fighting the chaotic, disorganized, frustrated crowd at the grocery store two days before Thanksgiving in a store that is currently remodeling) – Check!
Clean out pantry and fridge – Check!
Put groceries away – Check!
Make dinner – Check!
The best part of the day, what I had been anticipating since the first round of volleyball tryouts with my Dee Dee Girl…the second round of tryouts, was finally only an hour away. First though, I had to get all the kids fed. D’Lo and AD were running around like the madmen they are. The big kids were filing down to build their hamburgers and…
BAM!
Followed by a lot of screaming and, as I picked him up off the floor and began searching his cranium for the site of impact with the corner of the kitchen counter, D’Lo struggled to catch his breath. And there it was, not on his nugget…on his eye. A half inch to the left and he may have lost that eye. What’s more, that thing literally grew bigger and bigger right in front of me, like one of those time elapsed films…only in real time. Poor little guy.
The bad news is that he looks like he just stepped out of a Rocky movie, the good news is he’s OK…
The absolutely fabulous news is that Dee Dee Girl, aged thirteen, was selected for a 16’s team! She is so excited and I am so proud of her. A great ending to a questionable day.
Go Dee Dee! Go Dee Dee! Go Dee Dee! Go Dee Dee!
