I hope I can make it one more day to the weekend. This week was busier than I imagined it would be. Being sleep deprived hasn’t helped any, either. It makes it harder to cope with stressful stuff, like when my son’s middle school called me on Monday asking if I could help them track down the check they accidentally put into another student’s account.
Looking ahead to the weekend, the calendar is actually empty. No ball games, track meets, holidays, or business trips. What am I going to do with myself? Sleep? Nah. Clean? Maybe. Get caught up? Never!
My daughter’s track season ended with the sectional meet on Tuesday. It wasn’t a good meet for her or her team. None of them advanced to the regional meet. Bummer. She’s a freshman, so she has 3 more years– it was a year of learning about high school track. I feel bad for the seniors, though. They just fizzled out. After the meet, the coaches asked everyone to turn in their uniforms that night.
Despite the team’s loss, I had fun at the meet. My best friend met me there and we had a blast sitting in the stands eating gross cheeseburgers and comparing our stressful days. I was planning to leave after my daughter finished her events, but decided to stay until the end. I was glad I did.
In the final laps of the 3200 meter race, we noticed lightning. Usually meets are cancelled for lightning, but this was the sectional and it was almost over. In the last heat of the 1600M relay, big fat rain drops started falling as soon as the starting gun fired. It was as though they were shot loose from the clouds. They morphed into a downpour while lightning flashed and relay runners ran their laps, each girl becoming soggier than the last. The raced ended with an upset of the favored team. Everyone bolted for their cars. Minutes after the race finished, so did the rain. But by then everyone was leaving as school buses and cars streamed out of the parking lots and into the streets. I don’t think anyone was left in the stadium when they announced the final team results.
My son’s baseball game last night wasn’t nearly as dramatic. They were losing when I left to pick up my daughter from gymnastics practice. I was hoping to return to the game before it was over, but was surprised to find out there was a meeting about summer gymnastics camps after practice. The meeting dragged on and on for almost 45 minutes. Needless to say, I never saw the end of the baseball game. Unfortunately for them, they lost– again.
