Happy Monday, yon Bloggerville.
Kid C has a Basketball camp this week, so I'm planning on getting a lot of work done. If I could just get out of bed.
Here he is on his first day:
|Check out that form. He can make the ball hover at three-inches above the ground.|
Truthfully, Kid C and I needed a break. We had a rough weekend that consisted of a grand total of 28 time outs, 26 of which were his. (Two were mine.) I got in such a groove that eventually I was putting everyone in time out: Kid B, Sam, the neighbors, the neighbors' dog, the lamppost... It was sad.
At one point, as he was emerging from one of the time outs, Sam and I felt the need to list our grievances against him, just to make sure he was clear on exactly why he was in time out.
After the first few accusations, he looked up at Sam with sad little eyes, and said, "Can we please just skip to the part where I say 'I'm sorry'?"
Both of us cracked up and he was off the hook. It was a needed moment of levity in a weekend of suck.
Do you ever have weekends like this? Where you're just dying for Monday to get here?