Weekend of rock stars

11-22-10




My busy weekend was good. I am looking forward to another 4 day weekend this week. Woo hoo!



A dilemma plagues me this morning. I am unsure of what the correct path is.



The evil team mom that has said no more than two words to us all season approached us and the other kid’s family to ask for a $20 donation for a present for the coach who didn’t want to be a coach, the same woman who scheduled her kid’s birthday party during a game and therefore didn’t show up, the same woman who barely did anything all season to make my son’s first soccer experience magical. She essentially felt that this woman deserved a $60 present from the boys. I was outraged. Even setting aside my hatred for this woman the anguish she caused Dax a couple weeks back, I couldn’t believe that in all this season, the only thing she organized for the team was a present for her friend, the coach.



I don’t dislike the coach to the same extent of evil team mom. Coach, despite her short comings, I really do believe cared for these kids. She was an awful coach, but she wasn’t this way because of evil blood. Just retarded blood.



So the question is, do I just suck it up, give the $20 and go to the team party next week, and smile for a couple hours since I don’t have to ever see them again after that? Or do I say something? Do I tell Evil Team Mom (ETM) that this is bullshit? Do I stand up for the fact that ETM and Coach sucked ass?



My answer is probably contained in the conversation I had with Bobby. I asked him if he liked Coach, and he told me he really did. Although I was livid at the craptastic team experience, Bobby was no worse for wear. I think that had he been damaged or upset, perhaps I should say something. But I watched Bobby be happy and cheerful and thrilled every second he was on the field. He never once complained that he had soccer. He never drug his feet when we had a game. Hell, he liked wearing his full uniform all day on game day. He was thrilled. That being said, maybe I need to set aside the contempt I have for these people, and just continue to be there for Bobby, not just me.



I can guarantee you that I will be unfriending them after the party.



My company sent a beautiful arrangement to the funeral home for Virg. My mom said they were the nicest by far and totally beautiful.



Dax and I shopped Friday morning. It was awesome. He was delightful and funny. The second we got Bobby, the dynamic changed significantly. It has become clear to me that the two of them are enjoying some independence from one another. Don’t get me wrong, they are still thick as thieves, but they don’t want to be twins.



On Saturday, Bobby had his last game, which was almost rained out. Mind you, this would not have been the kids’ choice. They loved running in the rain. It was the killjoy parents that were raining on their parade in the rain. Thankfully, the other team finally showed, and we were able to convince enough people to let the boys play. They had so much fun!



After the game, Ken headed out to the tournament he was helping with, which left the boys and I to hang out. I should have cleaned house, but instead, I fell asleep while they watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Then, they played in the playroom for 4 hours. No joke. I sat on my ass with the critters, watching my shows while they played and played. It was cool.



This was until I saw footage of the play.



Their monitor for the playroom is delayed by about 15 minutes. As I was setting out their dinner, I noted Dax watching the monitor. I asked him what he was doing and he says, “I am watching Bobby and I fight.” I looked up to see a knock down brawl. It was a bar fight sans beer bottles. It was WWE. It was frat boys punching each other just for the hell of it. It was AWFUL.



I punished them for fighting. Even though they fought for, gasp, 30 minutes and I didn’t know, I had evidence now. They had fun, actually. They were never hurting. They enjoyed kicking the shit out of each other. Sigh. Such boys.



I am rockin my new hair, sparkly silver dress and black pumps with stars. I have gotten gobs of compliments. I was also super flattered when Vicki told me she had kind of hoped that I would get the cut and rainbow color I had posted on FB. LOL!



Sunday was filled with lots of running around. Got a Costco run in, picked up some items from the Braskins and dropped of fund raiser bags to my folks. We also got over to the grocery store and even went into an open house that contained a pretty awesome house that would be perfect for us. Too bad I don’t have that kind of money. Sigh. It was so cool.



We then went over to Alyssa’s MIL’s house for Payton’s birthday party. It was mostly family, but their families are awesome. I know all of Alyssa’s nephews and niece from hanging out with them at the bounce place. They are awesome kids. Not shocking since both Alyssa and her husband Brian are pretty freaking cool. Payton is seriously, so fucking cute. I loved that she reached to have me hold her and I liked the idea of little kids starting to think I am not evil. When we saw Sabrina earlier in the day, she also seemed to think I was funny, which rocks since she is a total sweetie. I like that I may be the cool pseudo aunt to some kids. YAY!



Thank goodness Dax is a fast learner. His homework over this week is to practice “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas”. The kid already knows it. We sang it all through Costco, which was super fun.



We are taking the boys to Disneyland tonight. First, it has been far too long since we last went. Second, we need to renew out passes. Should be a good night!



Friday night was a much needed girl night. I went to Stephanie’s where we hung out with our old friends, Mr. G Goose and the Captain. I did not partake in nearly as much, but it didn’t matter since we got to chit chat for several hours. I really should do that more often.



I feel random this morning. Probably because this is going to be a funky short week. I have a meeting on Wednesday which will actually keep me late, but that is ok since Ken has the kids. I am excited since my schedule of 5:15 am has been approved. This is good news also because I was thinking I needed to start getting up at 4 to get here by 5, but really, there is no reason for the extra time. So yay! Sure, I complain about my job, but sometimes it is the little things that make me realize how lucky I am to have it.



On Saturday the boys and I did manage a mini party aside from the fight night they scheduled. We made cake, sang and danced and had some fun. Dax kept singing Revolution, so I helped him with the words. Bobby says all impressed, “Wow, Mom, you sound really good!” My head was swelling now. I love it when the boys give me unexpected compliments.



Ken and the boys dropped off keys and a soda for me this morning. Bobby says, “Mom, I love your lipstick!” I think the whole family doesn’t get to see mommy all dolled up enough. That’s right, I am a rock star.