Strike One ....

.... for the U.S. Marine Corps.

Son #2 did not make his scripted phone call last night.
Even though I slept with two phones.  And keep waking up and looking at the clock.
I even got up at 5:00 a.m. to check the message machine to see if there was any way I'd slept through it.
Nope.

But .... this morning I visited a Marine Parent's website (thanks to a good friend) and found that not receiving that phone call is not all that unusual.  In fact, there were quite a few parents who wished they hadn't received that call.  They could barely hear their son because of all of the yelling and screaming in the background .... and their sons were so nervous/scared/anxious/whatever that they didn't sound like themselves.  Some sons were so nervous they couldn't remember their phone numbers.
So maybe it was a blessing in disguise.
But I'm still leaving them with one strike.
Cuz that's just how I roll.
Don't cross me .... especially when it comes to one of my children.

So, I played tennis today.
Then I went to a new tennis fitness class.
I'm way too old for this stuff.
Half way through the class I got hit smack in my mouth/nose with a medicine ball.  Ever held one of those suckers?  To say that they are heavy is an understatement.  I was taking the class with 3 of my teammates.  They all took in huge gasps of air, especially the one who threw it.  Because they all knew that my nose is still healing (only 10% more to go ..... well, at least it had only 10% before this afternoon).  The fitness instructor had no idea .... and I didn't' tell him.  Hate to look like a wimp.  But I did see lots of stars for a while and had to take a time out and "walk it off", all the time hoping that blood wasn't going to start pouring out of my nose.
Fortunately my mouth took most of the force of the ball.
It just hit one side of my nose.
And now I have a headache.
And an ache in my sinus cavity on that side.
Thus .... an ice pack on my face.
Woo hoo.

If you take in the fact that I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow because I'll be too sore to move, it was an interesting experience.  :)

Son #1 goes back to school tomorrow.
I'll miss him.
Even if he does stay up until 5:00 a.m. (or he did last night/today) and sleeps until after 3:40 p.m. .... so far.
:)

OK, it's time for me to take this ice pack off so that I do my homework for Bible study, which is tomorrow.  Seven days of homework.  In one afternoon.
I'm nothing if not efficient.

Happy Tuesday, Peeps.
:)