So those who know me know that I am quite possibly the most un-athletic person ever. I played piano, not sports. My high school athletic credit came from marching band (in which I marched in place on the 10-yard line) and a “Foundations” class, which consisted of health-related word searches and crossword puzzles. So last week when Boy proudly brought home a flier announcing Mother/Son Sports Night, I groaned inwardly and hoped he would forget it. Nope. He remembered. Every. Single. Day. And asked me to write it on the calendar. And brought home more fliers. Sigh.
After our McDonald’s dinner tonight, I cheerfully waved goodbye to PJ, secretly hating him at that moment for being male and thus not a mother. We went to sports night, where I played my first game of dodgeball EVER! That’s right…I managed to avoid six years of the terrifying “game” in elementary school by hiding behind the gymnastics mats until those blasted balls stopped flying. But tonight, there were no mats. And there was a serious P.E. teacher with a really loud whistle. So I played. And survived. Although I still have no regrets about hiding for six years.
I did enjoy myself, in spite of being at Sports Night. It was fun to see Boy play, which is something all too rare around our hectic house these days. And who knows—maybe the school will host Father/Daughter Makeover Night next fall!
In other news: Boy got glasses! He is so cute…I mean…handsome! He calls PJ his “glasses buddy”. The poor kid could only read the huge “E” on the eye chart. The day after getting glasses, he started spouting off street names as we drove down the road—he could finally read them! He says the world looks a lot different now.
Boy’s birthday party is coming up this weekend, so check back soon to read about the adventures of the pirate putt-putt party!