Sorry I've been away. I figured you were tired of reading my blogs ranting about the weather or my children or Barforama. I was tired of writing them, that's for certain. Life isn't all roses here and I'm a little frustrated with things. So I took a little break and tried to find something worth talking about. I have two things on my mind, and they don't have anything to do with each other, so just go along. Please and thank you.
Numero Uno:
Last night I went on a date with my husband. Yes, on a Tuesday night. We had Erika here, so we went out. Now, don't go getting all excited about it, because this is what we did. He had a men's league hockey game and I went along to watch. Did I mention the game was at 9:40 pm EST? I was happy to go though, because I don't often get to see him play, as his games are always after 9pm and what would I do with the children? He is a goalie. And he's quite an imposing presence on the ice. He stands 6ft 2in in shoes. He is a good 6ft 4in in skates. With all the padding to keep him from falling to pieces, he is quite large in net. He's a really good goalie. His team won 7-2 and really, if he hadn't given up those two crap goals (hi honey!) it would have been a shut out. But that's not what is on my mind. I was down on the bleachers at the far end of the rink at about 9:45 pm when I saw a VERY pregnant woman and a young boy about Drew's age (3) outside the rink near the restrooms. I watched for a bit and they came in, and took seats on the bleachers. When the period ended I moved back down to the other end of the bleachers and sat near them (yes, I follow the goalie folks). This little boy was adorable. His mother was feeding him chocolate. At 10pm. He made googlie eyes at me for awhile, and I back at him. But I wondered what possessed this woman to bring her child to this game to see his dad play. My kids do not under any circumstances see Doug play after 7:30 pm. We have to travel at least 20-30 minutes to get to the rink, then the games are an hour, then the travel back home. Take last night for instance. We left the house at 8:30 and arrived home at 11. Not something I'm putting my kids thru. I'm not criticizing her (ok, a little bit, but it's my blog, right?) but I was just really surprised. I understand having to take kids out for an emergency, but a men's league hockey game? I thought it odd.
Numero Dos:
I have a neighbor with twins. She lives just up the hill from me. No, there isn't anything in the water here, as I was living in my old house when I got pregnant with the twins. Anyway, she is the lucky recipient of all my baby clothes, save those pieces that I just can't part with. Today I was going thru the girls' clothes parsing out what to give away and what to keep and I got so incredibly sentimental. Annie and Izzie wore all of Meg's clothes, as I never got around to giving any of those away. Plus, their grandparents bought them enough clothes that I wouldn't have had to launder anything if I really didn't want to. But looking through all the infant clothes made my heart twinge just a bit. Of course I don't want more kids (who said Eight is Enough? Four is just plenty, thank you) but I felt like holding onto all the clothes just to keep a bit of the baby for myself. Does that make sense? I know it's not completely rational, but I can't help it. Of course I put aside special clothes like the outfit first Christmas, first birthdays, etc. but there was something so sentimental about almost every piece. When I put certain clothes that Meg wore on Annie especially, I am reminded of how Meg looked, or acted in that outfit. It's different with Drew of course, because we don't hand any of his clothes down to the girls. But there were outfits that he just looked so adorable in that I couldn't give away. Does anyone else feel this way?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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5 comments:
I know what you mean about people keeping their kids out so late. When we lived in the city, we used to see entire families out walking around the neighborhood or playing at the school park with their kids, some as young as what looked to be 2 or 3! And the worst part was when they would reprimand the kids for being cranky or uncooperative. It's 10 pm folks, she's tired! Give her a break!
Hope things look up around there sooner rather than later :-)
Well I am working on my blog and thought I would view yours! I am so totally aware of what you are talking about with clothes! I keep pjs because they look so cute! I am having a tough time too as everyone grows out of everything and I want to keep EVERYTHING! thank you again BTW
first--welcome back : )
glad you had a date night--i need/want one of those soon too. and on the kids out late? good lord--i just got back from that vegas work trip and was STUNNED at the babies (ok, toddlers) up and about in vegas in the hotels/casinos at night! wtf?
as for the baby clothes...sniff sniff, yes, i totally get it. of course i don't want any more kids, but seeing the clothes (or watching videos of them when they were little) does tug at the heart strings and makes you realize how incredibly fast they grow up dammit. though when you're going through it it seems like a lifetime some days.
I have all of the baby clothes in boxes down in the basement from the move-I don't want to BEGIN to look through them because I'd be there for hours, thinking of times gone by. Sigh.
Glad you are back!
Eh, I used to keep my son up way late. His daddy worked second shift, so he didn't get home from work til 11pm, so me and Eeyore stayed up to wait for him and talk to him while he ate dinner. I didn't work at the time and Eeyore didn't have anything happening in the morning, so we slept in with Daddy. It actually worked out quite well for us. Extra time with dad and all that.
But, go ahead and criticize the hockey mom. God knows I enjoy judging other parents. Sometimes for things I do myself. LOL. ;)
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