Off Season

So, I obviously haven’t updated in awhile. And why’s that? Can I blame it on the fact that we’re between seasons and have nothing going on?

Actually, now that fall baseball is over, it seems like we’re even busier than last month. Matt has been getting up at 5:30 every morning for 8th grade basketball practice, I have classes in the evenings, and he’s been playing golf in the afternoons – so we haven’t really had much time at home.

A couple weekends ago Matt had the Frisco Tourney which determined Conference Champs…I admit I missed the games because I was in Memphis with my mom-in-law for a Beth Moore conference. In my opinion, it was way, way worth it to miss the games! We went on a fabulous Wild God Chase, and I needed that renewed connection to my Savior. It was an amazing time.

Meanwhile, the team ended up taking third place in the tourney. Last year we got first, so it was a little disappointing…but I seriously think that half the team had the swine flu. Yeah. That’s why we took third. Swine flu.

Today, Matt is taking two of the baseball players to Three Rivers Community College for baseball try-outs, and after that the poor guy has parent-teacher conferences. Not to get on a soapbox, but it will be interesting to see how many parents show up this time. The parents of the “A” students always attend – their kids aren’t the ones who need the help and attention. It’s the other kids who need support, and their parents never seem to show up to the conferences. Then those same parents are first in line to complain about how the school system is failing their kids…ok, I really can’t get started on this subject. I get a little heated.

I’m just looking forward to starting nursing school. There is a chance that I’ll get to take Microbiology – my last nursing school prereq – on Tuesdays and Thursdays next semester from 10:30am – 11:45am and count that as my lunch break during work. I would really love not to take classes in the evening next semester for two reasons. One, it is spring baseball season and I hate to miss spring games. Two, I haven’t really been able to keep up my running and I’m eating horrible lately, and I’m unashamedly blaming it all on my evening classes. On Mondays and Thursdays, since I know those are my late nights, I don’t get up early to run or walk because I need to rest for class. On Tuesdays and Fridays, I justify the fact that I didn’t get home until late the night before so I need to sleep in. Wednesdays are my review days because of class on Thursday. The result is not good. I’ve been waking up every morning just feeling huge and gross, and I really, really need to find some way to get back into a routine.

Just pray that I’ll be able to get into the Tuesday/Thursday Micro class – or else I’ll be taking it through a different school on Friday nights from 5:00 – 9:30pm. Every. Friday. January – May. Yuck. But if I have to do it, I’ll do it. Seven more months until SLU!

We're both looking forward to this weekend - Matt doesn't have school on Friday, and since I worked on Saturday at our health fair I'm taking this Friday off as well. We're going to head to the Lake for a long weekend, and probably one of our last free weekends for awhile since the 8th grade basketball games start November 2nd. I just hope no one TP's our house on Halloween while we're gone. :)

Elephant in the Room

There is an elephant in the room, and it's name is "Round-Two-of-the-Frisco-League-Tourney."
We lost last night 12-5. How do I know that? Not from Mr. Coach. Not from parents. Obviously not from being at the game, since I was home catching up on missed episodes of The Biggest Loser.

Right before I went to bed (knowing Coach wouldn't be home for a couple more hours yet) I decided to check the Frisco League message boards. Sure enough, someone was already on there gloating that they had beat us.

Dang.

So when Matt got home I pretended to be asleep - hard to do with three gigantic dogs bouncing all over you the minute your husband walks in the door - and, with some banging of dresser drawers, he gallumphed into bed and went to sleep. Maybe. Knowing him, he probably laid awake in bed replaying the entire game in his mind. Or calculating stats.

Whatever helps you relax.

So what do you do with an elephant in the room? You ignore it at all costs, of course. This morning, not talking about the game came as naturally as breathing. Here's a sample of how our conversations went:

Matt: Good morning.
Me: Grd mrdnging. (He often talks to me while I'm brushing my teeth.)
Matt: So, how was your day yesterday?
Me: Ok. The dogs got muddy cause the rain. And someone nailed a huge "No Hunting" sign to the tree out front.

Seriously.


(I'll give you one hint to who nailed the sign up. It starts with "baseball" and ends with "team." I think it's because they know I'm not a fan of hunting and I like to try to make them feel guilty about killing cute fuzzy animals. My efforts to dissuade them always go ignored. Sigh.)

Matt: Yeah. I think I know who did it. Oh, I think I'm going to Springfield tonight after school.
Addie: Ok. Bison steaks and roasted red potatoes for dinner?
Matt: Sounds good.

That's pretty much the basis of our communication. Simple, basic questions that didn't fringe upon anything that would raise your blood pressure before 7am. He didn't ask me if I wanted to hear about the game, and I didn't ask. And I'm not going to. If he wants to talk about it, he will.

I just wish I didn't have to work until 5:00 and could go to Springfield, too. I miss Target.