Yep. Still playing with the exercise balls all. the. time. If you think our children come home between the meetings on Sunday and sit quietly and read, well you haven't met them personally. Two of the many young people changed so they can 'do stuff' and then they started to do this balancing act in the living room. Luckily it was away from bricks and hard things. And the winner is.... Mira at 13 seconds if I remember right. And she didn't even change clothes.
Son #1 is in his 5th grade basketball season. They started the season with two very successful losses. Like bad losses. And now they've won three in a row. Last night they were down by 12 points at the half. Not a good thing for 5th grade basketball. But they came behind and won in the last seconds. It felt like the Super Bowl win! Really! Nothing like the feeling of your heart bursting when you see your kid make some pretty neat plays and see his grin as he looks for you in the stands.
Do you have pet peeves? I was lying in bed the other night not sleeping and made a mental list of things that just 'bug' me. Nothing big really, but just like a little sliver in the finger of life. Mine really don't make sense and it is a partial list. Here goes: cracked finger/thumb tips or heels in the winter. Wind chimes of any kind. Computer generated music. Fake flowers. Seams on your tights that are crooked in your boots. Mismatched tightness of any kind - as a kid, braids or pony tails, shoes, wrist elastic, you name it. I want it exactly the same in feel on both sides. Breathing. No, if you are my friend or family or foe I give you permission to breathe. Just not on me. And finally! This is riveting stuff. Broccoli bands - you know those tough little rubber bands keeping it all together? I don't like them.
So now you can all go back about your business feeling smug that you know just a little bit more about me. And please... don't breathe... on me.