About Last Night

Our little rolling family escapade last night went off tolerably well, although I must say that I forgot one crucial bit of potential late-making mayhem lurking around...the fact that I...ME...I could be the one to be late!

Made it fine all the way to the Trussville exit then hit a slowrolling wall of vehicles tied up by a three-car smackdown in front of the shopping center entrance. Looked like someone driving a new red T-Bird had to stop short, which in turn caused the person behind to have to buy the 'Bird some new tailights, and then there was one more vehicle behind who will have to do the same for the middle person.

One of those mixed emotion things--the girl driving the Thunderbird was real cute, but her car is one of those models which looked better after it was hit. I have tried so hard to like the new Thunderbird, but I just can't get there. Could be the tiny V8, (even though it makes good power), or it could just be that I have a thing for ones like this.

Anywho, got to Cat's practice about 15 minutes late, got her stuff and Bec's and watched her stand around (she occasionally would skip toward the sidelines). Time to go, she ran/walked her laps, then on to Rebecca's practice, hoping I would be able to get there in time to allow Tiny Terror to get to the bathroom. (She was twisting and hopping and about to bust, but she did make it.)

We got ourselves something to eat and some hot chocolate, and we sat down at one of the picnic tables and I read her one of her books, Judy Moody Engages in Occultic Behaviors, which she seemed to enjoy. We finished up our food, got a refill on the chocolate, and moved down to watch Bec practice and read some more. But not before having to schlub all the way back to the van to get her blankie. (Grr.) I made sure we stopped at the restroom again, just to make sure there would not be another unscheduled interruption.

Back down to the chair, where we managed to get all of four chapters read in amongst her caffeine and sugar related bout of extreme wiggliness and hostility to sitting still. She wouldn't run during HER practice, but she was like Speedy Gonzales at big sister's. Up, down, up, down, all around. ::sigh:: No more hot chocolate for her.

Back home at 8:30, Reba came in about fifteen minutes later, Ashley told me they lost 24-20 or some such, finally got the last child in bed at 10, tucked Mom and myself in at about 11.

I need some hot chocolate.
posted by Terry at 11:54:00 AM