Tomorrow the Paxton chaos returns: my vacation ends and all of us are back to school. I should also mention that I seeing blogging as a combination of writing something mentally prepared and what comes to mind so you will find an occasional off the subject commentary. I say this because as I wrote the Paxtons I remember how my sister-in-law use to refer to them as the Little People. At Thanksgiving one of them, I think Dakarai, suggested that she now call them the same size people...lol. Anyway, I must admit that it has been ages but I finally took some time just to sleep, eat, relax, watch T.V. and be a total bum. ENJOYED IT!!!
Nonetheless, my fairy tale will come to an end when I open my eyes at 5 a.m. to face yet another jammed packed week with meetings, catching up on endless emails, wrestling matches, homework, reading and did I say wrestling matches. Tuesday is going to be crazy - there is a 7:30 finance committee mtg, a wrestling tournament at 4:15 and a board meeting at 6:30 for which I have prepared for over my last vacation weekend. Then there is a wrestling match on Thursday and a freakin' tournament on Saturday. Let's talk about this wrestling stuff. I grew up loving WWF with Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, etc. and even watch it now with my son. But the true athletic wrestling - well it's a little different. I am a sports nut but this does not exactly suit my fancy.
This all started when Dakarai was the last person to get cut from basketball tryouts. An unfortunate but probably humbling experience for my little jock. A good lesson that despite your God given talents it may not always work out, you have to practice even in the off season and always give your best effort. Our filler - wrestling. Plus everyone tells us that it will help him with football which is his number one sport. Now let me say that I didn't realize that boys' bodies could bend and contort the way they do. Secondly, can we not find some other type of uniform for growing boys than than those glorified speedos----ugh!!!! They remind me of the old time bathing suits but these are made of spandex. Plus my son has a nice backside as the YOUNG GIRLS have put it. BTW...(and this is a rhetorical question) why are my oldest daughter's friends checking out my son's backside. I am not feeling that! I am soooo not ready for that!
Have you ever been to a tournament? OMG!!! (Sidenote: I crack myself up. As I wrote OMG it made me think of the song where they go: "OMG Becky, look at her butt"). Those who know me know that I am a little off so back to the subject at hand. Those tournaments - how long, boring and tedious can they get? While I support the team as a whole, your kid may wrestle once every 2 to 3 hours. To be completely honest while there are a couple of them that I like to see wrestle, I really don't want to see every freakin' kid wrestle. I know this doesn't sound nice but it is what it is. Then you are there from sunrise to sunset. Really!?! My backside is too old to sit on bleachers that long, it is big enough already and doesn't need help.
Well, I have obviously gone off on a tangent expressing some bottled up thoughts so I am signing off. Who knows this may turn out to be better than therapy...
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