What are the odds that on the second Saturday of soccer season, my hubby is still out of town and two kidlets have games at the exact same time? Story of my life, I'm telling you. I'd be all set if I could replicate myself, but since the odds of that happening are slim to none, I'll just have to miss most of one game. The kids and I agreed that the youngest gets me since I had to leave her game at half-time last week to take hubby to the airport. Plus her game is shorter so at least I'll get to catch a little of son's game toward the end.
A workable plan, yes. But this is what my week has been like. Negotiations, compromises and asking friends for favors so one kidlet wouldn't have to miss out just because there is only one of me. Seriously I have no idea how single parents do this. My hat's off to you! Seriously.
It probably hasn't helped that the kids have been grounded from television since Tuesday. They were told to do certain things before turning it on, but didn't. So I told them they would have to earn the right to turn the TV back on. So far, they haven't. Which isn't a bad thing, but man, would it be so nice to have thirty minutes to myself without someone popping in every five to either ask a question or see what I'm doing.
I was so exhausted on Thursday that I took an hour nap when my youngest went down for hers. I fell asleep into full dream mode right away. It was so hard to get up, but I had to take the kidlets to soccer practice and Irish dance so had no choice!
At least hubby is on his way home. He took a ferry from Macao to Hong Kong and sent me an email from the plane there. One more stop off in Vancouver B.C. and he'll be back to the USA. I cannot wait.
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