Parts of My Weekend That I Left Out

Saturday caused me to focus much of my writing on what happened that day but that was only part of this weekeend that I wish I could do over. The kids had off on Friday and I chose that day to cut my hair. Now this might sound like no big deal but anyone that knows me and if you have read previous posts, you know as well, that I have a very hard time parting with my big, 80's hair. So much so that whenever I bring pictures in to show my good friend that cuts my hair what I want my hair to look like, she always says in the nicest, most patient voice, "Um...your hair already looks like that." I feel bad for her because I always make her think I am ready to do something completely new and then I show up with a picture of the same 80's hair or a picture of Evangeline Lily's hair and say, "I want this" to which she answers, "Me, too" which is her kind way of saying, "These are scissors, not a magical wand." Anyway, I really did surprise her and now I have a grown-up hairdo of lots of long layers. If you read "One Step Forward", you know what happened next so I won't repeat that. I will say that after one dose of antibiotics, Tommy was running around like a madman so I highly doubt he has juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. If someone is reading this that knows about it, I'd love for you to chime in what you think.

Saddest part of the evening was when Nico texted me: Hi, Mom. I did good. I had 13 points in the first game and 19 in the second. Sorry I couldn't pull out a win for you, though. Love you.

For some reason, Gia woke up three times in the middle of the night. I don't need to explain to all of you that love your sleep what that means for the rest of the day.

Today, Nico had practice at 9:00. He woke up and I was instantly worried about him because he was absolutely exhausted and I wondered how in the world he was going to do well in either of the sports he was expected to play. (How about, remembering that these are 12 year old boys and that just because they can wake up at the crack of dawn, throw a baseball around and then play three basketball games, doesn't mean it is a good idea.) Maybe if we want them to be enthusiastic players, we should consider sleep and rest as part of gearing up for their games. Sorry...I went off on a little tangent there but I worry that his health is going to start being affected by this schedule that is wearing him down.

Nico had a game at 12:15 in Geneva which is right in the middle of Gia's nap but Nico was also playing at 2:15. I got everything ready so that when Gia woke up, we could get in the car and go. While getting ready I had to deal with Isabella ranting because her hair "didn't feel different" and "no one even noticed I got it cut!" She got her hair cut as well but I brought my own issues to the table and wouldn't let her get it cut as short as she wanted. She is mad at me and it's my fault no one noticed her hair.

On the way to the game Leo texts me: Bring Tums. Nico doesn't feel well (I bet it was because he ate in 30 seconds before baseball and then at the concession stand after the first basketball game). I arrived at Nico's game thinking I got a great parking spot but that was because the door was all the way on the other side of the building (that was fun...carrying Gia and the backpack of all the stuff to keep her quiet at the game). I gave the twins each $5 to get something to eat (they were going to ask over and over again anyway) and I get to the gym just in time to see some kid take out Nico's legs as he went up for a shot. Nico landed flat on his back and didn't get up. He cried there until Leo went and got him and then sat out the rest of the game. Besides his back, his knee was hurting, he had a "massive" headache and his stomach was bothering him. I yelled over to him, "Are you okay?" He nodded yes. "Are you going to play in this game at all?" He shook his head no. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME???? I had just busted my behind to get all three kids and myself to that game, walked a freaking mile to get to the gym and now he's not even playing? Gia fussed the whole game unless I was shoving fish crackers in her mouth AND we won the first game of the tournament (even though it was game 4 for us) so they had to play again at 5:15. A game which I was not going to be able to watch because for one, Gia wouldn't last and second, my mom was having Sunday dinner at 4:00. It was a delicious dinner, Nico played well in his game that I missed AGAIN, won and were champions in their bracket. Figures.


We got home and everyone freaked out about ISATs (which I absolutely HATE). Isabella kept asking, "What if I do bad?" Tommy told me 100x's that he needs a water bottle and healthy snack and Nico is upset because I have to cancel his appointment to get his braces on because it is in the middle of ISAT testing and God forbid students miss the testing.

Tomorrow my biggest plan is to get Gia to nap so I can sit around in my Tim Riggins sweatshirt and write scenes in my book (Oh, and I have to reschedule the ortho appt and make a specialist appt and wrestle Gia to take her meds).