bad bad timing
Ok, so basically my kids basketball coaches have their collective heads up their asses. they have scheduled the girls league and the boys league to play at the SAME TIMES at DIFFERENT SCHOOLS. and practices.
like people only have boys or girls. not both. noooo that never happens.
so my schedule for this weekend... friday i keep the kids instead of having their dad take them. we both decided that to have him drive down and try to get them to their practice on friday night, at the same time, at 5:30pm, which is when he gets off work, is nuts. so i automatically take them. now he COULD pick them up and take them home after that. 'cept that their first games are saturday at 8:00am. at different schools. yeaaah with his now 45 minute drive, that would mean he would have to get them up, dressed, fed, ready to go in their uniforms by 7:15 and then what, drop off nick by himself and drive over with katy? and then what? take home their uniforms and i pray that we get them back in time for the next game?
dude. no way. that would be asking a lot of ME and i have them all the time. tim never agreed to this basketball thing. in fact, come to think about it... oh YEAH neither did I! because its right in the middle of my wedding. wait.... who the hell planned this stuff...
thanks mom. every time she gets a bug up her butt, she schedules the kids for stuff without talking to me first, and then pays for it, and then i have to fuckin figure out how to make it happen. so... their games are the 5th, 12th, and the 19th, and 2 practices a week between each game. my wedding dinner is.... the 5th, katie and ben's birthday is the 12th, and my WEDDING is the 19th. so... i will be taking them to their games on wedding day, then shoving everyone in dresses and suits in time for the ceremony. wheeee.
add on packing, cleaning, and moving into a new home, setting up their new school and prepping for the honeymoon and what have you got?
me. sitting here at 12:32am eating a 100calorie pack like a fuckin crack addict and a dr. pepper. cause i'm runnin now on just this sugar and the voice in my head that screams "IN 2 1/2 WEEKS MOMMA WILL NEVER GET A HOLD OF THEIR SCHEDULE EVER AGAIN"
gone baby.... almost gone. sigh.
like people only have boys or girls. not both. noooo that never happens.
so my schedule for this weekend... friday i keep the kids instead of having their dad take them. we both decided that to have him drive down and try to get them to their practice on friday night, at the same time, at 5:30pm, which is when he gets off work, is nuts. so i automatically take them. now he COULD pick them up and take them home after that. 'cept that their first games are saturday at 8:00am. at different schools. yeaaah with his now 45 minute drive, that would mean he would have to get them up, dressed, fed, ready to go in their uniforms by 7:15 and then what, drop off nick by himself and drive over with katy? and then what? take home their uniforms and i pray that we get them back in time for the next game?
dude. no way. that would be asking a lot of ME and i have them all the time. tim never agreed to this basketball thing. in fact, come to think about it... oh YEAH neither did I! because its right in the middle of my wedding. wait.... who the hell planned this stuff...
thanks mom. every time she gets a bug up her butt, she schedules the kids for stuff without talking to me first, and then pays for it, and then i have to fuckin figure out how to make it happen. so... their games are the 5th, 12th, and the 19th, and 2 practices a week between each game. my wedding dinner is.... the 5th, katie and ben's birthday is the 12th, and my WEDDING is the 19th. so... i will be taking them to their games on wedding day, then shoving everyone in dresses and suits in time for the ceremony. wheeee.
add on packing, cleaning, and moving into a new home, setting up their new school and prepping for the honeymoon and what have you got?
me. sitting here at 12:32am eating a 100calorie pack like a fuckin crack addict and a dr. pepper. cause i'm runnin now on just this sugar and the voice in my head that screams "IN 2 1/2 WEEKS MOMMA WILL NEVER GET A HOLD OF THEIR SCHEDULE EVER AGAIN"
gone baby.... almost gone. sigh.