Four More Days ....

..... until I leave for Germany.

Am I packed?  hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Have I even thought about packing? lololololololololololololololol
Am I stressed by this?
You'd better believe it.

My suitcase is in my closet.
Just sitting there.
Mocking me.
I look at it every time I open the door, then I sigh and close the door and think in my best Scarlet O'Hara voice (yes, in my head..... what can I say?) ..... "I won't think about that today.  I'll think about that tomorrow.  After all, tomorrow is another day." ..... cue fog, music swelling ..... and Rhett walking down the sidewalk.
sniff

Anyway, I digress.
As usual.

I am not packed.
I think I'm having a problem wrapping my head around it because it's cool there and it's so very UN-cool here.
It's hard to think about packing warm clothes when you're sweating.

In other news ..... I took my 2nd golf lesson yesterday.
It was ..... ummmmmmmm .... not as delightful as the first one.
How's that for positive writing?

In reality .... compared to last week, it sucked.
So much for the positive.
I was drenched in sweat.
My hands got blisters on them.
My back was hurting.
And I did not hit the balls as well as I did last week ..... when I wasn't even trying that hard.
After the lesson I had to go hide in my car while I changed into my "football mom" shirt.  Not so easy to do in a car that's over 100 degrees inside, and when you are soaked through and through with sweat.
The t-shirt did not stay dry for more than 30 seconds.
And I did my best to make sure no golfers got a thrill watching me.  hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Why is it that when we attempt something ..... and just do what comes naturally, we usually do a good job?
But when a coach comes along and tells you how to grip the club, how to pivot your thumbs, how to keep your club parallel to your toes, how to not break your wrist on your back swing, how to keep your elbows tucked into your body and how to pull down on the follow through ...... you play like CRAP?!!!
What.
The.
Heck?

My brain is way too old to think about that many things at once.
And that didn't even include how to pivot my hips in a manner that is totally unlike pivoting them in tennis.

The crap things we do for love.
What.Ev.Er.

Yes, I'll go back for a 3rd lesson ..... mostly because I pre-paid for 6.
Go figure.

So I'll be gone for 2 weeks, which should put me right back to where I started on lesson #1.
C needs to take me out to dinner.
A lot.

My lovely mom is coming in (and hopefully out) to watch the boys while I'm gone.  I told her to just pop in once in a while ..... to keep them on their toes.  The element of surprise is a wonderful thing when dealing with teenage boys.

Son #2 has been pretty busy this week with school and his new job.  Yay!!!
Son #3 has been busy with school, his job and football.

Speaking of my wonderful mom ..... she made me a small hand towel with a picture of Peeps on it.  That's so I can take it with me on my travels and not have to worry about taking the actual candy and dealing with the broken wrapping on it.
She's so thoughtful.
And how do I re-pay her?
I leave her with the boys.
But hey ..... I'm not all that horrible.
I try to always bring her back a really cool gift.

This has been a delightful tennis week since the US Open is going on.
Today the Bryan brothers won the men's doubles title!
I love them.
I have a pipe dream that one day my identical twins will fall in love and marry those tennis-playing identical twins.  Maybe they'll have a double wedding and then they'll buy houses that are next door to each other!

Unfortunately, my selfish daughters do not share my pipe dream.
No way.
No how.
In fact, they consider my wonderful dream to be a bit disgusting.
Go figure.
Sigh .....

OK, that's it for now, Peeps.  The women's semi-final is on and I can't blog and watch at the same time.
Please continue to pray for Daughter #3 and her job.  She's determined to hang in there for the kids, but it's so hard.
And please pray for me to stop stressing about the trip and leaving the boys behind.  My mouth is completely destroyed by now and hurts beyond belief.
I may have to start an IV of Xanax ..... or tequila.

Thanks, Peeps and have a happy Friday.
:)