Good morning my friends! Based on this past week, I will be a miracle if I can get through this post without crying. What is wrong with me? I'm going to blame it on hormones, but I'm not wholly sure if that is the reason. If you looked at me cross-eyed this week, I got emotional. It could be maddening schedule getting to me, it could be that my baby just turned 12, or I might just be losing my mind. I hope it passes soon.
First of all, my son did win his 2nd round of football playoffs last Sunday and then went on to win the 3rd round on Wednesday night. What this means is that as of this moment, his team has outlasted 21 teams and will be playing in the Mid-Florida Pop Warner Championship at the Citrus Bowl at 3:00pm. We may very well have our bums handed to us, but I'm so happy for these boys. They have worked hard and have accomplished something that no other team has done in the history of our South Orlando league. (See, I'm tearing up.)
I had been planning on taking my son and three of his friends to Disney for his birthday (which was Friday). We were originally supposed to go yesterday, but one of the boys couldn't attend. So I moved the date to the next available day, December 10th, and then found out this past week that my husband had booked a part business/part fun trip for the two of us to Chicago that weekend. Friends, I lost my freaking mind. Total meltdown. He accused me of keeping an incomplete calendar. I accused him of sneaking in the trip on purpose to make a point. It was ugly. I know, I know. I'm going to Chicago for Christmas shopping! So shut up Sandy. I calmed down and rescheduled everything again for December 17th. For an October 28 birthday.
So yard work on Monday. Golf tournament on Tuesday - didn't play my best. Met with the Heathers (Book Addiction and Raging Bibliomania) for lunch on Wednesday to trade books and eat Thai. Meeting on Thursday to discuss our Washington DC field trip next week (yes I am going there next Wednesday through Saturday - pray for me ha!). Plus some housecleaning and an attempt to get caught up on my reviews (which ultimately did not happen). Some slight coordinating of track practices, (more) football practices, horseback riding lessons, birthday dinner, getting glasses for my son, and getting pants for my children (they have outgrown everything) for the cold weather up north.
I had some audio action this week, and was able to finish "Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand. It completely blew me away. I cried. This will definitely end up on my top audios for the year, not for the narration (which was fine) but for the story. I also finished "Warm Bodies" by Isaac Marion. Not really sure how I feel about it. Goofy? Endearing? Confusing? I'm going to have to let it brew for awhile. I did love Kevin Kennerly's narration though. I just started Stewart O'Nan's "Emily, Alone". O'Nan has a serious fan base. I have high expectations.
Print reading was pretty sucky though. I did finish "13 rue Therese", which I embarrassingly started last Saturday at the end of the readathon! It started out kinda sweet, but it quickly went strange and a little raunchy, so I can't give my final opinion. I have to think about it. But I have now started "The Redeemer" by Jo Nesbo. I'm going backwards from "The Snowman", I know who lives and dies, but whatever. I still dig this guy. Alot.
What about Halloween? Honestly, I hadn't given it two thoughts until maybe Thursday. I didn't even get pumpkins. We live on a private drive, so we get no trick-or-treaters. (We go to a friend's neighborhood to get our candy.) The kids are even off their game. When I ask them about their costumes, they just shrug and say they will figure it out. This is what happens when they get overloaded.
So I will bid you all adieu for now. If you don't see me around later this week, it is because I am drowning in a sea of children on an 18-hour-a-day field trip. Have a great Sunday!