You may wonder where I have been. Boy did that party two weeks ago really take it out of me! I am just now back to blogging.
11 minutes to go.
I only have 11 minutes because I have to pick Emma up from school in 11 minutes. She is in the school production of The Jungle Book – she’s Bagheera, cool and intellectual, completely her role – and she has been rehearsing ever since 2:45 this afternoon. After I pick her up, we eat a quick supper and begin our two hours of basketball at the YMCA with Will and Jack enjoying back-to-back games.
8 minutes to go.
I have to “coach” Will’s team because Justin can’t be there because he has to be at church for a meeting. I was a cheerleader in high school. I can’t dribble anything.
7 minutes to go.
My sweet baby sister is coming to visit with her family. She’s the one with the gently used minivan that I envied a few weeks ago. I would go find that blog entry and link to it but I only have
6 minutes to go.
We are having Jack’s b’day party tomorrow. His birthday always falls during Thanksgiving holidays so it’s hard to know when to have a party. I didn’t want to have it on Saturday because Sam my sister is going to Asheville and I want to come too.
5 minutes to go.
So we (probably just me, Justin has more sense) are taking Jack and three friends to Monkey Joe’s (AKA a little taste of hell on earth for adults) on Friday after school. I will be pre- and post-medicating myself.
4 minutes to go.
Monkey Joe’s consists of a bunch of inflatables, crying kids, screaming kids, laughing kids, loud kid-influenced music on overhead speakers, and a high schooler dressed up in a monkey suit who shows up every half hour and scares just as many children as he/she enchants.
2 minutes to go.
You have to wear socks, eat their food, drink their drinks, and the fact that they have wi-fi available doesn’t cancel out any of their badness. It is one of Jack’s very favorite places to go, but I am unwilling to pay $10 for him to jump up and down in loudness very often, so that’s why it takes a special birthday request from Jack to make me willing to endure the agony. I will smuggle in a Diet Coke and dare one of those 17 year olds to give me junk about it.
41 seconds to go.
Will wants me to watch a rap about a platypus on Phineas and Ferb, so I have to go now.