You are not going to believe this...I mean this is such a shocking ocurrence it boggles the mind. I am almost afraid to say anything as I am scared I might jinx it. I hope all of your eyes can handle this shocking, once in a lifetime news...
THE GIRLS HAVE NOTHING TO DO TONIGHT!!!!!! No practice, no games, no dance, no choir, no nothing. I am having a hard time remembering the last weeknight that this happened.
I get to go watch my former softball team play and maybe, just maybe, have a cold drink with the fellas afterward.
Please don't share this with anyone, I'm afraid of the phone ringing and the voice telling me that I am late for something that I didn't have on my calendar...SHHHHHHH :-)
On to tomorrow.
As always...Peace.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
You just gotta love them...Right??
Another weekend...another trip down Drama Lane. Lets see, it started off on Saturday morning with Emily melting down about going to her soccer academy. This child is the most confusing, unable to decide, emotional child you can imagine. I am going to chalk up this weekends episode to her asthma acting up and her not feeling well. But instead of her telling us...she decided to pull the covers over her head and be hysterical. She has promised us that she will be ready to return to her club teams practices this week...we shall see!!
Next on the agenda was a softball game. What do you do when you have 12 9 and 10 year olds who instead of having fun, look like they are going to the dentist. I tried every trick in my bag to get these girls fired up. Maybe the loss to a team we shouldn't have lost too will wake them up. Somewhere along the line, they stopped having fun, maybe its the heat, maybe its a little burnout. I think massive amounts of sugar are on the agenda for next Saturday morning.
Next was a trip to a sporting goods store to get my oldest outfitted for her first lacrosse clinic/class. I think we did pretty good to get out of there for about $100. We got a stick (is that what they call those things), mouthguard, gloves, chest/shoulder pads, and a helmet. Normally girls lacrosse doesn't require a helmet, but Sarah had never done this and we don't want the ball to ricochet off her melon the first day out there. Speaking of melons, you should see the helmet on this child's head....soooooo freakin cute. Someday, she'll let us get a picture...she is a bit self-conscious about it. She thinks it makes her head look big.
And then the fun began. Lisa ,my fantastic, adoring, beautiful wife...(she might read this :-)), left with Emily to go to the store. The 3 year old (Aly) was asleep. About 20 minutes after Lisa left, Aly woke up looking for Mommy. Aly proceeded to spend the next hour and a half crying, sobbing, screaming, kicking (add your own adverb), and calling for MOMMY. She would not let me hold her, she just cried...and cried...and cried. It was all I could do not to lock myself in the bathroom.
Today...much better. I had 2 Fantasy Football drafts to attend. I got a needed shot of testosterone to get me through the next week of soccer practice, softball practice, and whatever else these 3 ladies throw at me.
As always, pray for me and wish me luck.
Til next time...Peace!
Next on the agenda was a softball game. What do you do when you have 12 9 and 10 year olds who instead of having fun, look like they are going to the dentist. I tried every trick in my bag to get these girls fired up. Maybe the loss to a team we shouldn't have lost too will wake them up. Somewhere along the line, they stopped having fun, maybe its the heat, maybe its a little burnout. I think massive amounts of sugar are on the agenda for next Saturday morning.
Next was a trip to a sporting goods store to get my oldest outfitted for her first lacrosse clinic/class. I think we did pretty good to get out of there for about $100. We got a stick (is that what they call those things), mouthguard, gloves, chest/shoulder pads, and a helmet. Normally girls lacrosse doesn't require a helmet, but Sarah had never done this and we don't want the ball to ricochet off her melon the first day out there. Speaking of melons, you should see the helmet on this child's head....soooooo freakin cute. Someday, she'll let us get a picture...she is a bit self-conscious about it. She thinks it makes her head look big.
And then the fun began. Lisa ,my fantastic, adoring, beautiful wife...(she might read this :-)), left with Emily to go to the store. The 3 year old (Aly) was asleep. About 20 minutes after Lisa left, Aly woke up looking for Mommy. Aly proceeded to spend the next hour and a half crying, sobbing, screaming, kicking (add your own adverb), and calling for MOMMY. She would not let me hold her, she just cried...and cried...and cried. It was all I could do not to lock myself in the bathroom.
Today...much better. I had 2 Fantasy Football drafts to attend. I got a needed shot of testosterone to get me through the next week of soccer practice, softball practice, and whatever else these 3 ladies throw at me.
As always, pray for me and wish me luck.
Til next time...Peace!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Help me here
Its been a few days...time to catch up on the life of a DODO. Well, as you should know by now, this is no longer my life, I am just living each day to shuttle a daughter from one activity to another. To get caught up, one daughter is playing softball until mid-september, then is starting lacrosse....lacrosse??? What the heck is that. Now I have to learn another new sport. Isn't it enough that I have spent that last 4 years learning how to throw underhand, learning what the heck a "Circle Violation" is, and trying to balance the fragile emotions of 13 8 year old with my complete and utter desire to win a championship no matter who I have to stomp on along the way (okay, that last part isn't really true, but you get the idea).
The middle daughter has been doing the yo-yo thing with joining a club soccer team. First its "I want to play", then its, "I just wanted to see what it looked like", then its "I want to play", then its "practice is hard"...OH MY FREAKING GOD,,,this child is 7...what is she going to be like in 5 years.
And the baby, who really isn't a baby anymore, started preschool and will be playing in her first soccer league in a month.
Oh, by the way, all of the fall activities...start on the same day. Soooooo...don't be surprised if you get a phone call asking you to pick up a child somewhere, and drop her off somewhere.
Ok DODO's, here is where you can chime in...how often do you hear "Oh Bless you" when you tell people you meet that you have 2, 3, 4, or whatever daughters. What do they know thay I haven't figured out yet?
Thank god for Fantasy Football.
The middle daughter has been doing the yo-yo thing with joining a club soccer team. First its "I want to play", then its, "I just wanted to see what it looked like", then its "I want to play", then its "practice is hard"...OH MY FREAKING GOD,,,this child is 7...what is she going to be like in 5 years.
And the baby, who really isn't a baby anymore, started preschool and will be playing in her first soccer league in a month.
Oh, by the way, all of the fall activities...start on the same day. Soooooo...don't be surprised if you get a phone call asking you to pick up a child somewhere, and drop her off somewhere.
Ok DODO's, here is where you can chime in...how often do you hear "Oh Bless you" when you tell people you meet that you have 2, 3, 4, or whatever daughters. What do they know thay I haven't figured out yet?
Thank god for Fantasy Football.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The week...
Soccer season starts tomorrow....and guess who is the coach of Emily's team? So, once again, my weeks are no longer my own. Between Sarah's summer softball team, Aly's dance class and now Emily's soccer ....things will be a bit interesting. As of today (things are subject to change) here is what a DODO's schedule looks like...
Monday - Pick up Sarah and Emily - Take Emily to, and run Soccer Practice
Tuesday - Pick up Sarah, Emily and Aly, take Aly to Dance Class...practice softball with Sarah and Emily while waiting
Wednesday - Pick up Sarah and Emily - Take Emily to, and run Soccer Practice
Thursday - Pick up Sarah, Emily and Aly, take Sarah to softball practice...help with practice (I am the asst coach for this team). Leave practice early and run across Chula Vista for a softball Board Meeting (Did I forget to mention I am on the board at Bonita Valley Softball?)
Friday - Pick up Sarah and Emily - Take Emily to Soccer Academy
Saturday - Emily Soccer game at 9...Sarah softball game at 12.
Sunday...collapse into a big pile of exhaustion (by exhaustion, I mean laundry). Just another week in the life of a DODO.
Monday - Pick up Sarah and Emily - Take Emily to, and run Soccer Practice
Tuesday - Pick up Sarah, Emily and Aly, take Aly to Dance Class...practice softball with Sarah and Emily while waiting
Wednesday - Pick up Sarah and Emily - Take Emily to, and run Soccer Practice
Thursday - Pick up Sarah, Emily and Aly, take Sarah to softball practice...help with practice (I am the asst coach for this team). Leave practice early and run across Chula Vista for a softball Board Meeting (Did I forget to mention I am on the board at Bonita Valley Softball?)
Friday - Pick up Sarah and Emily - Take Emily to Soccer Academy
Saturday - Emily Soccer game at 9...Sarah softball game at 12.
Sunday...collapse into a big pile of exhaustion (by exhaustion, I mean laundry). Just another week in the life of a DODO.
And a good Sunday Morning to you too...
Well....the wife isn't feeling well, so its up to me to figure out breakfast. Luckily Pan de sal is the meal of choice for my girls. Now I know its not the best breakfast, but its easy, relatively healthy, and it connects them to their filipino heritage :-)
One thing with girls, they love waiting to the last minute to tell you they have a project due TOMORROW. I guess this is the time to introduce you to the women of the house. Lisa, my wife of almost 15 years keeps things running here at home...I just try not to mess things up for her. Sarah is my 9 year old. She is the emotional one and softball player in the house. Emily is 7 and loves soccer and forgetting things until the last minute (guess whose project we'll be working on today) and Aly...my darling, precocious 3 year old. She'll be testing my patience for years to come.
On to the project, we need to put in a brown paper bag, the last 7 years of Emily's life. In a lunch bag, tell us about your daughter. Hmmmm...how do you put, "won't sleep in her own bed", "loves to argue", "pouts when she only gets to spend $5 for the .25 piece of junk at the arcade, instead of $10" into a lunch bag. I always knew Emily would be my special challenge. She is the sweetest 7 year old you could meet, but when she gets something in her head...it never goes away. If you ever get her as your attorney or veterinarian ( a couple of the vocations she had mentioned), you are in luck.
Well, its on to the day, some shopping, some swimming, some yardwork, maybe some bike riding. Its kinda nice to have a Sunday without softball, soccer, dance, or any other of the 10000 activities the girls are in.
One thing with girls, they love waiting to the last minute to tell you they have a project due TOMORROW. I guess this is the time to introduce you to the women of the house. Lisa, my wife of almost 15 years keeps things running here at home...I just try not to mess things up for her. Sarah is my 9 year old. She is the emotional one and softball player in the house. Emily is 7 and loves soccer and forgetting things until the last minute (guess whose project we'll be working on today) and Aly...my darling, precocious 3 year old. She'll be testing my patience for years to come.
On to the project, we need to put in a brown paper bag, the last 7 years of Emily's life. In a lunch bag, tell us about your daughter. Hmmmm...how do you put, "won't sleep in her own bed", "loves to argue", "pouts when she only gets to spend $5 for the .25 piece of junk at the arcade, instead of $10" into a lunch bag. I always knew Emily would be my special challenge. She is the sweetest 7 year old you could meet, but when she gets something in her head...it never goes away. If you ever get her as your attorney or veterinarian ( a couple of the vocations she had mentioned), you are in luck.
Well, its on to the day, some shopping, some swimming, some yardwork, maybe some bike riding. Its kinda nice to have a Sunday without softball, soccer, dance, or any other of the 10000 activities the girls are in.
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