Yesterday was Son #3's 17th birthday. I bought him Journey & Foreigner tickets several months ago for the evening, hoping that I would be the 3rd wheel.
I was not.
Sometimes parenting really sucks.
But he had a great time, as did his two friends so I'm ok with it.
Besides, I ended up going to dinner with a good friend and had more fun doing that.
:)
Got up bright and early today to get ready for our tennis match. An hour after I got up I started feeling quite ill. Like maybe the yogurt I had eaten for breakfast was a terrorist plant or something. Except that I don't think I do anything in my life that would remotely interest a terrorist.
We had no one available for a sub today so I had to either go out and play ("play" being a rather loose term) or we would forfeit the match.
Being a theatre major, the term "the show must go on" is ingrained into my brain.
I shall do my best to remember, in the future, that a tennis match is not a show.
Well, at least the way I played today made it not a show.
It was just a pathetic 2 sets that we lost.
Crap.
I didn't get home until 4:30 (had to stop at the grocery store on the way home) and am getting ready to fix Son #3 his birthday dinner, which he didn't have last night due to the concert.
I made his cake yesterday.
Then I put it into the oven so that it would stay fresh(er) until we could eat it tonight.
Big mistake.
Big.
I've done this several times before and never encountered a problem.
This time, however, the result was almost scary. I'd take a picture and show you but it's a little humiliating.
And after being humiliated in tennis this morning I really don't need any more of that over a stupid cake.
Suffice it to say that the cake cracked.
The frosted-cake cracked.
And now looks like it has a giant peace sign carved into it.
I.
Despise.
Cooking.
Of.
Any.
Kind.
sigh ......
Well, I'm off to see if I can do a better job with the steaks.
The steaks that my stomach won't let me eat.
This has been a great start to my week.
I may go to bed in an hour and stay there for the rest of the week.
Well, except for Wednesday, when I get to go to court.
Not for myself.
But for a child who made a stupid decision.
Prayers for the week would be nice.
Prayers for peace, calm, sleep, WAY less cheek chewing .... and for my stomach to calm down.
And prayers that the huge wall of tears that I can feel behind my eyes and heart doesn't burst.
Because dammit ...... he should be here.
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