In retrospect:
KOMETS!!! Saturday's game was awesome. Our boy - Guy Dupuis - scored the winning goal. I think I enjoyed that game more than any other. The Komets games are fun, but they need some work on their crowd-pumping music. No hockey venue has yet to compare the the Lincoln Stars in that aspect...
Mikey gave me a serving bowl from the chirp collection and a lovely brunch of french toast with fruit and whipped cream:) Unfortunately, he had to fly out on business in the early afternoon so we grabbed a quick lunch at Subway on the way to the airport. After dropping him off I found myself wiping away a few tears. He's such a great guy, I miss spending time (alone) with him. I understand the kid situation and all that, but I really miss our carefree days. Being without the kids, though, for any length of time is unfathomable. The irony of parenthood.
So we sent him on his way and returned home. The afternoon wasn't so bad. We made "sugarmen" (sugar cookies cut like gingerbread men) - which the dog took the liberty of sneaking off the counter later - arg! But at least I got pictures. Of course, two of Nick's creations were Suh and Manning.
Monday (today) has found us doing just as well. After sending Macy on her way to the re-scheduled-because-of-Friday's-rain Zoo field trip, and dropping Nick off at preschool, Stevie and I took Sam to the vet for a nail trim, stopped by SportsClips for a Stevie-haircut, and headed to the requisite Target trip for various and miscellaneous items which brought us right up to preschool pick-up time. The afternoon was going quite well. I had just finished a game of one-on-one BB with Nick and we were starting our touch-football game in the front yard (Stevie was holding his daily garage sale... ie: lining up all of the bikes, scooter, skateboards, etc. in the driveway) when Sam decided to break through the invisible fence. We tracked him down for, oh, five blocks or so before cornering him in someones back yard. I was within inches of grabbing him when he made a quick jump to the right. I dove (in somewhat of a catch-a-greased-pig fashion) only to be knocked in the knee by said naughty dog's head. Oh, snap! He yelped and I fell to the ground in agony. Seriously, it really hurt. As I sit here, it is swollen, bruised and very painful when I bend it - which I really kinda have to do CONSTANTLY!!! So Samuel has been grounded all day, only allowed out to tinkle on a leash. Dang him though. He was having so much fun running, chasing birds. I gave up then and there. I was angry, hurt and so very frustrated. I could have cared less if he did run away. In fact, I was just daring him to try to come home now. So me and the boys (Nick in tears saying, "now we don't have a dog!!!") headed home. I figured, he has a tag with our phone number... someone is bound to catch him sooner or later. Half way home I turn around and he's a block behind us. I just keep walking. Long story short... he did eventually get tired enough to allow me to grab him by the collar.
So here I sit alone for the first time since 6:30 a.m. Kids are asleep and no one needs anything from me... aaaaah! But there's the swollen leg and the new Zumba choreography and the dishes and that really good book I've been dying to get back to and the bath and good ol' mindless TV in bed. I wonder what will win out in the end.
