This weekend was totally wild, action packed, and tiring. I am sucking this coffee down so fast, in an effort to live. Friday I was off and I joined my son's field trip. The weather was lovely and all went according to plan. I even got to ride the bus with my son and his friends. We got to go on a little boat ride through a swamp which was very peaceful, then the silence was broken by five or six little voices telling us how hungry they were. We saw several alligators and turtles which at first I thought were fake due to their lack of movement. Then we had one swim right up next to our boat which was pretty cool, I think my son liked that. It was a little gator( definitely not a "tree-breakah"), maybe about 5-6 feet. I kept picturing him being jacked up by a cord and shot in the head. I guess that's what watching television does to ya.
We floated on and then went to a butterfly garden, which was lovely. Then we dug for shark teeth and held a fossilized turd. One of Carter's classmates refused to hold it. On the way home, the kids kept singing their A-B-C's at the top of their lungs. It was funny to watch because I remember doing the same things when I was a kid on the bus. Their collection of tunes was very small. They stuck mainly with the A-B-C's and then my son added, "Who Let the Dogs Out", and "We are Family". Watching him bee-bopping his little head, pumping his fist, and yelling at his class mates to "follow him" in singing the songs was hilarious. He then wanted to sing "Hosanna" by Hillsong which not a lot of the kids were familiar with.
By the time we got home I was exhausted. I finally corralled Carter into the bed for a nap with me. As soon as the dust settled and I could feel the nap coming on my husband text messaged me two hours early saying he was ready for me to come get him from work. Anger filled me, then I realized- I love him! Although sometimes, when you're tired, it can be hard to tell who you love versus who you want to kill. So we hopped in the car and raced down the I to pick him up. When we got there we went perusing downtown looking at ridiculously priced clothing. I could never in my life justify spending $300 on a dress. I don't care how good I looked in it or if i had the money. That just baffles me. I could pay like two of my bills with that! I realized that I am definitely not that kind of girl. If I want a fancy dress, I'm going to look to get it at the best price and yes, I will check Ross or Target first. I guess that's just the way I was raised- A Frugalista! I could have just made that up.
The next day was Saturday and we played basketball. Carter and I watched "Like Mike" 2 (didn't even know there was a sequel) and since then he has been obsessed with basketball. So we got a ball and went to the rec center. He had a very hard time getting the ball into the hoop since he is only about 3 1/2 feet tall and the goal is about 8ft, but eventually he made it one or two times. I was proud of him for not giving up. Next we visited mom's house and he got to play with the family. We spent about 45 minutes setting the pool up only to have a huge cloud block the sun and the kids think it was too cold to swim.
Sunday we went to church, then Derrick and I went out to play paintball. At first I had a great time (there must not have been that many advanced "paintballers" out yet), but as the day progressed, some people came out that were at a much higher skill level than I. When we left, my wound count consisted of two shots to the head (worst ones because they were both painful and terrifying), one to the arm, one to the butt, and two to my back. It genuinely was fun, but the fear and terror I felt as I tried to participate and then was shot hard in the head just kind of overshadowed the fun part. It was a tremendous workout though! I learned that I am not as tough as I once was, and I am totally fine with that. Someone's gotta sing lullaby's and braid hair and I guess it's gonna be me!
Next, I raced home from picking up Carter to shower, wash the paintball and what I assume was blood(dramatic) out of my hair, and then head to Chuck E Cheese for a birthday party! Carter played with his friends. We got the birthday boy a Beyblade, which I'm told, is all the rage, and the day ended lovely. I even had a minute on the way to the party to grab a coffee. Just another day in the life of me!
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