Let's start with the most important.....food!
Favorite Food: Flauta Bajio at Bajio. My family doesn't agree, but there is something about the sweet pork, sweet onions, sweet rice, and corn, topped with their vinaigrette dressing. It is to die for. I am free for lunch and/or dinner on Fridays and Saturdays, if anyone is interested!
Favorite Bread: Granny’s Delight – Enriched Wheat Bread – Sprouted Wheat. Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa Peel, I have finally found a semi-healthy bread that ALL my kids love. (It is very rare to find something that all three of them will eat.)
Favorite treat: A handful of salted peanuts mixed with a handful of Guittard Real Milk Chocolate Chips.
Favorite Dessert: Ice Cream with.....yup, you guessed it.....Chocolate and peanut butter.
Favorite Cleaner: Clorox Toilet Bowl Cleaner with Bleach. Squirt it around, come back 5 minutes later and your toilet bowl is shiny and clean. Every toilet should have its own bottle. (I also love Soft Scrub with Bleach; I love to have clean white sinks.)
Favorite Movie: "Last of the Mohicans". It's a tad violent, and I always have to close my eyes when the mean Indians come, but it is one of the best movies EVER. Even ask Matt Freed.
Favorite Flowers: None really, though I am kind of partial to lilies.
Favorite Song: "Killing Me Softly" by the Fugees.....so much fun to dance to!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ighu4gGlaUE
Favorite Color: Brown
Favorite Husband: Sean......although he is really pushing it lately with all the whining. The other day I asked him if he wanted me to call the "Waah-mbulance". He got mad at me because it made him laugh - it really hurts when he laughs.
Favorite Car: My new Hyundai Sonata. Okay it's not new, but it's new to me and it gets 24 miles per gallon which is much better than 12!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Recovery
I know it has only been a little over a week, but it seems like months since the accident. You all know what it is like when you have a husband that is sick or in pain...I am totally kidding! (Sean said that I could still make fun of him!) He has actually been a pretty good sport about the whole "being in agony" thing. I feel so bad for him. I can’t imagine what it would be like to go from training twice a day for a triathlon, to being laid up for months, not being able to sit, stand or blink without being uncomfortable. The poor guy!
His road rash is finally starting to heal, a few of the abrasions had a little infection in them, but they look much better now. For the first week, it took about 40 minutes a day to bandage him up. Now it is just a few bandages here and there.
I am actually enjoying having a husband around the house; I haven’t seen him this much since July of last year, after the Spudman was over. I mean, he’s not really of much use -- he can’t lift anything, or stand up too long -- he just lies on the couch all night and watches TV, but what’s new? Again...a joke.
He is talking big right now, saying that he is still going to compete in the Spudman, but for those of you who have broken your tailbone (and apparently there are quite a few of you) you know how painful and long the recovery process is. I am sure he is not going to be sitting on any type of bicycle or motorcycle for a very long time. He still has a huge bruise on his butt that is the shape of Florida. (That was for Andrew!!) I would include pictures, but when I set up my blog, I checked the box that said, ‘no’ to adult content. Sorry to disappoint...
His road rash is finally starting to heal, a few of the abrasions had a little infection in them, but they look much better now. For the first week, it took about 40 minutes a day to bandage him up. Now it is just a few bandages here and there.
I am actually enjoying having a husband around the house; I haven’t seen him this much since July of last year, after the Spudman was over. I mean, he’s not really of much use -- he can’t lift anything, or stand up too long -- he just lies on the couch all night and watches TV, but what’s new? Again...a joke.
He is talking big right now, saying that he is still going to compete in the Spudman, but for those of you who have broken your tailbone (and apparently there are quite a few of you) you know how painful and long the recovery process is. I am sure he is not going to be sitting on any type of bicycle or motorcycle for a very long time. He still has a huge bruise on his butt that is the shape of Florida. (That was for Andrew!!) I would include pictures, but when I set up my blog, I checked the box that said, ‘no’ to adult content. Sorry to disappoint...
Friday, May 23, 2008
The Accident
I have decided that I will never make fun of my husband in a blog again! Not more than 2 minutes had passed since I hit 'Publish Post', than the phone rang and a police officer was on the line telling me that Sean had been in an accident.
It was Monday night around 10pm. Earlier that evening, Sean had decided to go on a quick training ride on his bicycle. As he was heading North on 2700 West, he was broadsided by a small black car. Sean went under the front of the car and was dragged 15-20 yards before the car came to a stop. Luckily, a man that lived nearby ran to get a jack so they could get the car off of him.
Because of that, the paramedics were afraid of internal injuries and had a helicopter on the way to take him to the University of Utah Hospital. I arrived on the scene as they were strapping him up and loading him into the fire truck to wait for the helicopter. I was a nervous wreck, it was the most horrible feeling in the world, not knowing what had happened and fearing the worst.
I felt a little better after seeing that Sean was conscious and able to talk. He was even rolling his eyes and telling everyone that he didn't need a helicopter. But they didn't listen...
He was flown to the hospital where he had several x-ray's taken. They wanted to keep him overnight for observation, and the next morning we were told that his tailbone was broken.
Every police office, nurse and doctor I talked to, said how lucky we were that nothing more serious had happened to him. His guardian angels were working overtime to save him that night. We truly feel blessed.
The hardest part for Sean is his bike. He loved and cared for that thing like nothing else. He had just had it tuned up, and the chain replaced, to see it in pieces nearly broke his heart.
Thanks for all your love and support. We have such wonderful friends and family watching over and taking care of us.
It was Monday night around 10pm. Earlier that evening, Sean had decided to go on a quick training ride on his bicycle. As he was heading North on 2700 West, he was broadsided by a small black car. Sean went under the front of the car and was dragged 15-20 yards before the car came to a stop. Luckily, a man that lived nearby ran to get a jack so they could get the car off of him.
Because of that, the paramedics were afraid of internal injuries and had a helicopter on the way to take him to the University of Utah Hospital. I arrived on the scene as they were strapping him up and loading him into the fire truck to wait for the helicopter. I was a nervous wreck, it was the most horrible feeling in the world, not knowing what had happened and fearing the worst.
I felt a little better after seeing that Sean was conscious and able to talk. He was even rolling his eyes and telling everyone that he didn't need a helicopter. But they didn't listen...
He was flown to the hospital where he had several x-ray's taken. They wanted to keep him overnight for observation, and the next morning we were told that his tailbone was broken.
Every police office, nurse and doctor I talked to, said how lucky we were that nothing more serious had happened to him. His guardian angels were working overtime to save him that night. We truly feel blessed.
The hardest part for Sean is his bike. He loved and cared for that thing like nothing else. He had just had it tuned up, and the chain replaced, to see it in pieces nearly broke his heart.
Thanks for all your love and support. We have such wonderful friends and family watching over and taking care of us.
Monday, May 19, 2008
My Absentminded Professor
I think my husband is feeling bad that I haven't written a blog about him, so.... I dedicate this blog to Sean......
I know he is not a professor, but he could be. Sean is extremely intelligent, and he has an incredible memory. (He still remembers the telephone number we had when we lived in Logan 20 years ago!) He is so smart that it was possible for him to skip class, except for test days, ace the tests and pull a C out of the class. I am not saying that he did that, mind you, I am just saying it was possible.
So, that's the 'professor' part. Now for the 'absentminded' part.
Ever since the day I met Sean, he has been losing or misplacing things. One of my earliest memories is Jr. Prom. On our way there, we decided to stop at the 7-11. We pull up, go into the store, make our purchase and then go back to the car -- only to discover that Sean has locked his keys in it. Keep in mind we are in our prom clothes, Sean in a snazzy gray tuxedo, me in a beautiful lacey, pink, very thin dress, and it was the middle of February.
That was just the beginning, I can't even begin to tell you the countless hours we have spent scouring soccer fields for lost keys and/or wallets. I finally got smart about 10 years ago and made 4 sets of keys for each car, currently we can only find 2!
Sean has actually devised a system to get him out the door in the morning, he knows that he has 5 things that he takes to work everyday. So, before he leaves the house he does a countdown, the problem is, sometimes he forgets what the 5 things are. Keys, cell phone, badge, wallet, head....just kidding.
The thing that got me thinking about all this, was the other day when Sean was looking for his wallet. He had gone over to his friend Matt's house the night before to watch the Jazz game. The next day he couldn't find his wallet, so he left for work. I had gone out to the freezer for something and spotted the ice cream bars (they where supposed to be hidden from view, you know, because of teenagers and all), I noticed that the ice cream bars where opened, I checked to see how many where gone and there was Sean's wallet. Apparently Sean had taken them to Matt's house the night before.
What is even more hilarious, Sean just came into the kitchen while I was secretly typing this and said, "It makes me nervous that we can't find your other set of car keys." To which I replied, "Well, your the only one that uses them!" Oh, dang, I am laughing hard!
I haven't even mentioned the motorcycle, so I will now. Last spring, after 20 years of begging, I let Sean buy a motorcycle, on one condition... that he make us a Will. 2 days later a 'Make Your Own Will' was delivered and 1 day later a motorcycle sat in our garage. I honestly didn't think he would make it through the week without getting in a wreck, but I was wrong, he actually has done really well. The only problem is, the tank only holds 2 1/2 gallons of gas, the turn signal DOES NOT turn off when you make a turn and if you leave the keys in the ignition the battery will go dead. Sean's extremely funny and sarcastic brother, Mike, loves to tell me stories of how many times he has had to help him jump start his bike. I actually had this lovely experience tonight. As we were walking off the soccer field, (Katie was playing in Orem, State Cup, Quarter Finals, lost in the last 30 seconds, very sad!) Sean looked at me and asked if he had given me his keys, I said no, so we walked to his bike, found his keys in the ignition and I got my first lesson on how to jump start a motorcycle.
I am not saying I am perfect, I have had my fair share of losing or forgetting things, but they are on a normal human level.
Let's just say that it is a good thing that Sean likes to make people laugh, because he sure gets laughed at a lot at our house.
I know he is not a professor, but he could be. Sean is extremely intelligent, and he has an incredible memory. (He still remembers the telephone number we had when we lived in Logan 20 years ago!) He is so smart that it was possible for him to skip class, except for test days, ace the tests and pull a C out of the class. I am not saying that he did that, mind you, I am just saying it was possible.
So, that's the 'professor' part. Now for the 'absentminded' part.
Ever since the day I met Sean, he has been losing or misplacing things. One of my earliest memories is Jr. Prom. On our way there, we decided to stop at the 7-11. We pull up, go into the store, make our purchase and then go back to the car -- only to discover that Sean has locked his keys in it. Keep in mind we are in our prom clothes, Sean in a snazzy gray tuxedo, me in a beautiful lacey, pink, very thin dress, and it was the middle of February.
That was just the beginning, I can't even begin to tell you the countless hours we have spent scouring soccer fields for lost keys and/or wallets. I finally got smart about 10 years ago and made 4 sets of keys for each car, currently we can only find 2!
Sean has actually devised a system to get him out the door in the morning, he knows that he has 5 things that he takes to work everyday. So, before he leaves the house he does a countdown, the problem is, sometimes he forgets what the 5 things are. Keys, cell phone, badge, wallet, head....just kidding.
The thing that got me thinking about all this, was the other day when Sean was looking for his wallet. He had gone over to his friend Matt's house the night before to watch the Jazz game. The next day he couldn't find his wallet, so he left for work. I had gone out to the freezer for something and spotted the ice cream bars (they where supposed to be hidden from view, you know, because of teenagers and all), I noticed that the ice cream bars where opened, I checked to see how many where gone and there was Sean's wallet. Apparently Sean had taken them to Matt's house the night before.
What is even more hilarious, Sean just came into the kitchen while I was secretly typing this and said, "It makes me nervous that we can't find your other set of car keys." To which I replied, "Well, your the only one that uses them!" Oh, dang, I am laughing hard!
I haven't even mentioned the motorcycle, so I will now. Last spring, after 20 years of begging, I let Sean buy a motorcycle, on one condition... that he make us a Will. 2 days later a 'Make Your Own Will' was delivered and 1 day later a motorcycle sat in our garage. I honestly didn't think he would make it through the week without getting in a wreck, but I was wrong, he actually has done really well. The only problem is, the tank only holds 2 1/2 gallons of gas, the turn signal DOES NOT turn off when you make a turn and if you leave the keys in the ignition the battery will go dead. Sean's extremely funny and sarcastic brother, Mike, loves to tell me stories of how many times he has had to help him jump start his bike. I actually had this lovely experience tonight. As we were walking off the soccer field, (Katie was playing in Orem, State Cup, Quarter Finals, lost in the last 30 seconds, very sad!) Sean looked at me and asked if he had given me his keys, I said no, so we walked to his bike, found his keys in the ignition and I got my first lesson on how to jump start a motorcycle.
I am not saying I am perfect, I have had my fair share of losing or forgetting things, but they are on a normal human level.
Let's just say that it is a good thing that Sean likes to make people laugh, because he sure gets laughed at a lot at our house.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
David
In case you haven't heard, I am the coolest mom EVER!
On Friday I checked my girls and their friends out of school and took them up to the Gateway to see David Archuleta. We got there at 11:30am, we walked up the stairs and saw the end of the line. It was really long, so we decided to walk along side the people and see how far we could get. We walked quite a ways and then were stopped by a police officer. He told us that we couldn't go any farther, and that David would be walking by, right where we were standing. What luck! We stood there for a few minutes and sure enough, David Archuleta walked right in front of us.
After he walked by, we were able to follow him and stand in the crowd right in front of the tent he was under. Here are some of the hundreds of pictures Katie took:
I have never seen my girls so excited. I never really got into the concert thing when I was younger, so I just don't understand the crying, screaming, touching, thing. By the way, Katie touched him when he walked by and Courtney touched the limo he was riding in.
According to Courtney, it was the coolest and most amazing day in her whole life. Katie is madly in love and truly believes she will marry him one day!
On Friday I checked my girls and their friends out of school and took them up to the Gateway to see David Archuleta. We got there at 11:30am, we walked up the stairs and saw the end of the line. It was really long, so we decided to walk along side the people and see how far we could get. We walked quite a ways and then were stopped by a police officer. He told us that we couldn't go any farther, and that David would be walking by, right where we were standing. What luck! We stood there for a few minutes and sure enough, David Archuleta walked right in front of us.
After he walked by, we were able to follow him and stand in the crowd right in front of the tent he was under. Here are some of the hundreds of pictures Katie took:
I have never seen my girls so excited. I never really got into the concert thing when I was younger, so I just don't understand the crying, screaming, touching, thing. By the way, Katie touched him when he walked by and Courtney touched the limo he was riding in.
According to Courtney, it was the coolest and most amazing day in her whole life. Katie is madly in love and truly believes she will marry him one day!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Being a mom
When I was little and was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would always say that I didn't know. I never wanted to be a teacher, or a doctor, or a lawyer, and I always felt dumb because I couldn't answer the question. Years later, I realized that when I grew up, I just wanted to be a mom.
Sean and I started out early. We were married soon after we turned 19. Tyler was born 2 years later and Courtney arrived almost exactly 2 years after that. Sweet little Katie was born 18 months after Courtney. I had never been happier, I was 24 years old and had 3 children under 5 years of age.
Things I miss:
Newborn babies breath, night time baths, bedtime stories, little girls twirling in front of the mirror, hearing "Watch me mom!", piggy tails, pushing them on swings, and being able to purchase clothing for them without their approval.
Things I love:
Long talks about their latest crushes, cuddling in front of the television, spontaneous teenage hugs, hearing about their day, laughter at the dinner table, knowing I am the first one they turn to when they need to talk, and getting a call from my teenage son while I am at the grocery store telling me to hurry up and come home because he misses me.
Sean and I started out early. We were married soon after we turned 19. Tyler was born 2 years later and Courtney arrived almost exactly 2 years after that. Sweet little Katie was born 18 months after Courtney. I had never been happier, I was 24 years old and had 3 children under 5 years of age.
Things I miss:
Newborn babies breath, night time baths, bedtime stories, little girls twirling in front of the mirror, hearing "Watch me mom!", piggy tails, pushing them on swings, and being able to purchase clothing for them without their approval.
Things I love:
Long talks about their latest crushes, cuddling in front of the television, spontaneous teenage hugs, hearing about their day, laughter at the dinner table, knowing I am the first one they turn to when they need to talk, and getting a call from my teenage son while I am at the grocery store telling me to hurry up and come home because he misses me.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Raising teenagers
A typical conversation with Tyler:
I say, "Tyler, I REALLY think you should start being more responsible!"
Tyler says, "Mom, I REALLY think you should start expecting less of me!"
A typical conversation with Courtney:
I say, "Courtney will you PLEASE come and wipe the crumbs off the table."
Courtney says, "WHAT, WHY? I didn't do it! Are you serious? You are going to make ME wipe up everyone's mess?!?"
A typical conversation with Katie:
I say, "Hey Katie, thanks for vacuuming the grass out of my car like you promised."
Katie says, "What, were you serious? I was only joking when I said I would do it. Are you kidding me? I really have to vacuum out your car?"
Disclaimer: These were real conversations, the were not altered in any way, but I swear, they're still good kids.
I say, "Tyler, I REALLY think you should start being more responsible!"
Tyler says, "Mom, I REALLY think you should start expecting less of me!"
A typical conversation with Courtney:
I say, "Courtney will you PLEASE come and wipe the crumbs off the table."
Courtney says, "WHAT, WHY? I didn't do it! Are you serious? You are going to make ME wipe up everyone's mess?!?"
A typical conversation with Katie:
I say, "Hey Katie, thanks for vacuuming the grass out of my car like you promised."
Katie says, "What, were you serious? I was only joking when I said I would do it. Are you kidding me? I really have to vacuum out your car?"
Disclaimer: These were real conversations, the were not altered in any way, but I swear, they're still good kids.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Our little Pam...
After months of begging, pleading, crying and making promises that could never be kept, Courtney finally convinced me to get another dog. Our best friend of 10 years, Jake, had to be put to sleep over the summer, it was so hard to lose him, I wasn't sure that I was ready to have another dog.
Courtney's birthday was coming up and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't talk her out of it. We found Pam through the Lost Paws organization that adopts through Petsmart. She came in as a stray, so they didn't have any background on her. She was kind of scrawny and one ear was mangled, but that didn't matter to Courtney. It was love at first sight.
Tyler was very excited to see her when we brought her home. When we told him what her name was, he turned to us with a horrified look and asked, "Who would do THAT to a dog?" Needless to say, Tyler doesn't like the name Pam, so he calls her Beasley instead.
Why did Courtney name her Pam, you ask...well, Courtney is in love with The Office. If you are not familiar with the show, it is a comedy that airs on Thursday nights, Pam Beasley is the receptionist. You can't imagine the agony Courtney went through during the writer's strike! (If you're wondering what the dog would have been named had it been a male, the answer is Dwight!)
Pam is such a sweet dog, it didn't take her long to get used to us. I tell everyone that for the first few weeks I wasn't sure if she could walk because the kids never put her down long enough to see. Even when they do happen to put her down, she will just wander around the house until she finds someone sitting and then she will jump up in their lap and cuddle.
I have to admit, I am really glad Courtney talked me into getting a dog. It kind of makes you feel good to walk through the door and have a little dog so excited to see you. Her tail wiggles so hard that she can hardly even stand.
Courtney's birthday was coming up and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't talk her out of it. We found Pam through the Lost Paws organization that adopts through Petsmart. She came in as a stray, so they didn't have any background on her. She was kind of scrawny and one ear was mangled, but that didn't matter to Courtney. It was love at first sight.
Tyler was very excited to see her when we brought her home. When we told him what her name was, he turned to us with a horrified look and asked, "Who would do THAT to a dog?" Needless to say, Tyler doesn't like the name Pam, so he calls her Beasley instead.
Why did Courtney name her Pam, you ask...well, Courtney is in love with The Office. If you are not familiar with the show, it is a comedy that airs on Thursday nights, Pam Beasley is the receptionist. You can't imagine the agony Courtney went through during the writer's strike! (If you're wondering what the dog would have been named had it been a male, the answer is Dwight!)
Pam is such a sweet dog, it didn't take her long to get used to us. I tell everyone that for the first few weeks I wasn't sure if she could walk because the kids never put her down long enough to see. Even when they do happen to put her down, she will just wander around the house until she finds someone sitting and then she will jump up in their lap and cuddle.
I have to admit, I am really glad Courtney talked me into getting a dog. It kind of makes you feel good to walk through the door and have a little dog so excited to see you. Her tail wiggles so hard that she can hardly even stand.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
A day in my life...
Just in case you are wondering why you never see me during the week...
My alarm goes of at 5am, (my clock is set 5 minutes fast, so it is actually 4:55.) I lie in bed for a few minutes and think about how exhausted I am, I say my prayers, and then I get up and get my workout clothes on. I run downstairs and get in a good 25 minute workout. Okay....sometimes it's not so good. For the first 10 minutes, I am so tired that I can barely move and by the time I get into it, it is time to quit. I usually work up a good sweat though, so that’s good, right??? I run up the stairs, jump in the shower, quickly get ready for work, and then go wake up my kids and give them a hug and a kiss goodbye.
I’m usually out the door by 6:15am. I get to work at 6:30, I work and work until 12:30 when I meet one of my very best friends, Lyn, for lunch; she is the highlight of my work day! Our other very best friend, Jane, moved to Idaho last year, we miss her terribly! A quick 15 minute lunch and I am back to work. (I really do have a great job, I get to set my own hours, it is a 15 minute drive from home, I can leave with a minutes notice if there is an emergency. When the weather is nice, we take breaks and go for a walk. There is a lot of drama, as with any job, but I just mind my own business and it's not so bad.) I leave work at 3:00, and usually have to stop at the store, or the bank, or gas station on my way home, but I try to be home by 3:30.
I walk in the door, hugs and kisses X 3, then I have time to throw in a load of laundry, start making dinner, wipe off the counter, and quickly check my email, then I am out the door by 4:30 to take Katie or Courtney to their games or practices. Quite a few of their games have been in the Provo/Orem area, which means 30-40 minute drive each way. We have to be to their games 45 minutes early! Games start at 6:00, rain, or snow...not lightning though; they will cancel a game for that. Both of their teams have been doing awesome this season, they have each lost 1 game, and either won or tied the rest, I absolutely love watching my kids play. The games last about an hour and a half, then we are back on the road again, getting back home around 8:30pm.
I have time to heat up dinner, throw my clothes in the dryer, make sure all homework is done, and get ready for bed. Hugs, kisses, and quick talks about how their day went, 10, sometimes 15 minutes of scriptures, prayers, then lights out at 10:00pm. (Most nights I get 7 hours of sleep, they are very precious to me, and the only way for me to get that is to sleep with ear plugs, I am addicted to them.) So, there you have it. It is a pretty hectic life, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. At least I get to sleep in until 6:30am on Saturdays, luckily we don’t have to be to Katie’s games until 7:45am! And Sundays are the best; I get to sleep in until 7:00am!!
My alarm goes of at 5am, (my clock is set 5 minutes fast, so it is actually 4:55.) I lie in bed for a few minutes and think about how exhausted I am, I say my prayers, and then I get up and get my workout clothes on. I run downstairs and get in a good 25 minute workout. Okay....sometimes it's not so good. For the first 10 minutes, I am so tired that I can barely move and by the time I get into it, it is time to quit. I usually work up a good sweat though, so that’s good, right??? I run up the stairs, jump in the shower, quickly get ready for work, and then go wake up my kids and give them a hug and a kiss goodbye.
I’m usually out the door by 6:15am. I get to work at 6:30, I work and work until 12:30 when I meet one of my very best friends, Lyn, for lunch; she is the highlight of my work day! Our other very best friend, Jane, moved to Idaho last year, we miss her terribly! A quick 15 minute lunch and I am back to work. (I really do have a great job, I get to set my own hours, it is a 15 minute drive from home, I can leave with a minutes notice if there is an emergency. When the weather is nice, we take breaks and go for a walk. There is a lot of drama, as with any job, but I just mind my own business and it's not so bad.) I leave work at 3:00, and usually have to stop at the store, or the bank, or gas station on my way home, but I try to be home by 3:30.
I walk in the door, hugs and kisses X 3, then I have time to throw in a load of laundry, start making dinner, wipe off the counter, and quickly check my email, then I am out the door by 4:30 to take Katie or Courtney to their games or practices. Quite a few of their games have been in the Provo/Orem area, which means 30-40 minute drive each way. We have to be to their games 45 minutes early! Games start at 6:00, rain, or snow...not lightning though; they will cancel a game for that. Both of their teams have been doing awesome this season, they have each lost 1 game, and either won or tied the rest, I absolutely love watching my kids play. The games last about an hour and a half, then we are back on the road again, getting back home around 8:30pm.
I have time to heat up dinner, throw my clothes in the dryer, make sure all homework is done, and get ready for bed. Hugs, kisses, and quick talks about how their day went, 10, sometimes 15 minutes of scriptures, prayers, then lights out at 10:00pm. (Most nights I get 7 hours of sleep, they are very precious to me, and the only way for me to get that is to sleep with ear plugs, I am addicted to them.) So, there you have it. It is a pretty hectic life, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. At least I get to sleep in until 6:30am on Saturdays, luckily we don’t have to be to Katie’s games until 7:45am! And Sundays are the best; I get to sleep in until 7:00am!!
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