so long

2-29-16

It was a long weekend, and not necessarily in the good way.

On Thursday, I ended up going home early when I was in gobs of pain, almost cramp like, and felt nauseous. I honestly didn’t think I would make it home. I ended up lying down, which was the only way I was somewhat comfortable. I slept for about an hour, which was good, but then the dogs woke me up so I ended up hanging out on the couch.

The pain was odd. I started wondering if perhaps I had a UTI since I felt like I had to pee a million times, with very little output and it hurt after going. I also had some mild incontinence. It wasn’t ideal, and I had plans on going to the doc yesterday but quite honestly, it seems to have improved greatly over these few days. I had hoped that some extra sleep Friday morning would allow me to deal with the pain and go to the school for mission day. Instead, I knew I needed to be near a bathroom much of the day, so in the end I stayed put. I did manage to clean up the house a bit, which was good. Of course, I have to do it again today.

We left for Riverside early Saturday morning. We had loaded up the car the night before, which was good since we left at 6. Sadly, the weekend would result in 3 losses. The last game was the best played by the Pythons. The first game was one in which we were just outplayed. Mind you, there were several moments in which Dax would have scored or prevented scoring, so honestly I think he would have helped, but the team was just better, and that winning shouldn’t be put on one player. JJ said to Dax right before the game how much he will miss having him out there for those games. Dax seemed happy with this. I almost cried. Mind you, I was close to tears the whole time. I got to hang out with the kids, and they were all so sweet and funny. I was sad when after the game, some of the more stoic ones were even crying. Thankfully, by the time the third game came around, even though they lost, they were smiling, which was great.

We missed the 2^nd game as we went to Farrell’s for birthday celebrations for both Bobby and Grammie. Sadly, both boys were not in the best of moods. Dax was still dealing with the idea that he couldn’t play soccer. Bobby was pouting still due to being drug out to soccer games that Dax wasn’t even playing in. They both almost cried over ice cream portions and pizza that wasn’t from Dominoes. Bobby had issue when we played our wacky Pictionary game because Dax gave two answers. Dax was upset that he couldn’t have a milk shake. Yeah, they were in some kind of weird self-entitled zone that was crazy. I have to say, I was glad to get back to the field.

Dax did get to play around with his team for almost a full hour since our camp at the fields was right in front of the field they played on, and it was empty for the hour before the last game. He certainly was freaking me out with how intense he still plays despite his injury. Of course, during all of this, Bobby was trying to show me every single soccer trading card he had, which was frustrating because, sure, I wanted to chat with him, but I was also watching for Dax to do anything too extreme. I felt stressed, and I gotta say, it wasn’t super fun. I stayed positive, though, so I think the boys didn’t sense my slightly on edge demeanor.

We got back in town around 6. It was crazy traffic the whole time. I was worried since the last two years, skate night was crowded when you went. There was a line before and we always showed up early! They opened the doors at 5:20, so I was worried. Dax and I dropped Ken and Bobby off so they could get in. I also knew parking would be a bitch, so Dax and I drove home. I also wanted him to have to spend as little time there as possible. Sadly, he was in a hurry, so we walked quickly up there.

Luckily, the timing seemed just fine. They were on the ice when we arrived. I was able to also help out Izzy with her skate that she was having trouble with. I loved that she came to me and that she trusted I could help. That made me all happy.

Dax clearly was sad most of the time there. We went and got him hot chocolate, but even that wasn’t enough to cheer him. He had two cups and practically cried when I told him he couldn’t have three. Thankfully, many kids said hello to him, and even Vic tried to cheer him up, which was adorable.

Bobby seemed to enjoy skating around, and he did spend some time with his friends there, which was nice. He was no better or worse than them on the ice, so that I think was nice. They all had a lot of fun, which I enjoyed watching. I really hope that his little group continues to be like that.

Dax discovered the air hockey table way later than we should have. He and I played a game, which was long and fun. It gathered a crowd of girls from his grade. They kept saying how good Dax was. He beat me and then he and Rachel played two matches, which was watched by many, which was adorable. They each won one, and it was a lot of fun. Dax ended up watching other kids play, too, so I think that cheered him. He also played a game against Joey which was a lot of fun to watch, too. Sadly, he broke down at the end when it was time to go because he couldn’t play one more. This resulted in me not even being able to reconsider since he was all in hysterics. I took him outside and tried to calm him down. He said he hasn’t been able to participate all day, which I know had to be hard, but ultimately, he needs to not freak out when I say no.

Both boys have been suffering from this issue of late. I say no to something and Dax will cry and Bobby will try to negotiate. I have explained to both of them that it isn’t like I am saying no tons and tons, but yes, I get to set the bedtime. Yes, I get to tell them how long they will play their video games. Yes, I get to decide if they get ice cream. I know it isn’t like they are being bad. They are kids and really, it all makes sense. I just need to stay firm.

Sunday was supposed to be spent working on the backyard, but I gotta be honest, as much as I wanted to, I also just wanted to sit.

I planned on taking the car to get it washed. I was also going to run by Daiso to get a trashcan for the car and to just browse. Dax decided to go with me, and when we were about to head out, I got a panicked text from Sarah. She said Riley, her cat, had something stuck in her gums. Sarah was freaking out so I opted to just head over.

Riley is feisty, and if she did have something sharp in her mouth, I could understand her hesitance at me approaching her. She was in her carrier, but all kinds of upset. The back of the carrier ended up being unzipped, too, which resulted in her making a break for it. I grabbed her, which resulted in bites and scratches and her yelling. I was shockingly calm. I did manage to freak out Sarah’s dad, though, which is pretty damn funny. It seemed in all of the chaos, she got the item out of her mouth. 

We now theorize it was a feather stem, which makes sense based on Sarah’s description and the recent acquisition of a down comforter. Sarah was worried about my injuries, but dude, I had had a cat bite through my thumb. This was nothing. Ha!

Sadly, my car wash place never opened. I was annoyed, but I think I will head over there after work. I considered just finding a drive through car wash, but I wanted to vacuum, too. I might as well do that today. Sure, there are chores to be done, but maybe I will torture my children with the bulk of it.

My week looks only partially hectic. Today I really need to also go make the deposit for registration, but luckily it won’t take that long. We have a board meeting Thursday, so not sure how that will go. And unless something just wasn’t entered, my calendar looks clear on Saturday! What’s up with that? Maybe I can convince my household to go see Deadpool finally. Either that, or it is then I can clean the backyard. Of course, it’s still early, so I am sure something will come up. Sigh.

Cross your fingers, y’all!