I am in a horrible, crappy mood this morning despite the fact that my girl child is a gold medalist (regional finals in Ringette tournament).
She scored twice, first goal for her team which made it 1-1, then again a tie-breaker in the bottom of the last period, tipping the score in our favour 7-6! We ended up winning 9-6…She also got two assists.
She hasn’t played this way all season. 🙂
Of course we’re proud. But it doesn’t take away from the fact that by 7:30 pm on Sunday night she suddenly remembered she had So! Much! Homework!
Don’t get me started.
The boy child is causing me grief here this morning too. Again, don’t get me started.
We also adopted some guinea pigs this weekend, went to pick them up from a rescue place near where my daughter had her tournament on Friday. Oreo, the black and white one, is rather skittish, and Nugget, the smaller one, seems more curious and willing to explore. We’re spending a lot of time visiting with them, talking to them, letting them get to know us and trust us so my girl can start to pick them up and play with them.
This is going to take some time though.
While all this was going on we were also dog sitting Jerry, the Airedale. It’s mud season so don’t even ask me what the state of the house was in when my friend came over to pick him up….When she left, I was utterly exhausted, mostly because the weekend was so busy, but also because of mud. And dirt. And more mud… The whole weekend was a lot of driving, a lot of coordinating animals, a lot of non-stop action. It wears on you. I’m no spring chicken. The laundry piled up, the groceries got eaten, my shoulder re-inflamed despite physio and exercises and I could not wait for the weekend to wind down.
But I still tore apart the house and vacuumed every floor surface, finishing up with a mop.
Then I watched the Walking Dead.
I love to hate the Walking Dead.
Next weekend is the finale…
I have a kid on a couch this morning which wasn’t part of the plan. Frankly, I’ve gone to work with worse headaches than he seems to be dealing with so I don’t know…headaches like these are self-induced and he knows what not to do to avoid feeling like this (cut the junk and sugar, get off the screens) but he’s not willing to make the changes so I will be mean mom this week with schedules, restrictions and chores.
Bring it on. I’m in exactly the right mood to raise a little hell. 🙂