A Rainy Day

I know I'm not the one who should be blogging yet again, but I can't catch anyone else long enough to make them sit down and do it. Football practice, homework, softball practice, dance, scouts, bell choir, games, games, and more games. Two softball games in Denver tomorrow and a football game tonight (unless the fields are too wet and they cancel). One must remember to breathe sometimes. I know I should probably limit activities, but who am I to decide the fate of my children? They need to be well-rounded individuals even if it means they get a crazed mother in the process. Sometimes a crazed and frothing-at-the-mouth kind of mother. (You get the picture.) I will now take a moment to brag about Seth who recently received a letter (and a pin to put on his letter jacket) for excellence in academics. He was supposed to receive this last semester, but alas, there was a glitch in the computer. To receive this distinction, one must have three semesters on the honor roll. I celebrated the occasion by stopping at the school store and buying him another football sports bag for him to lose. And a hat. Then Tuey being Tuey insisted that I get him a hat as well. Then Seth being Seth insisted that he get a hat too and that I buy a new jacket for myself(this was desparation on his part as he is tired of the fleece rag I ususally wear. I haven't been able to find it since the weather turned chilly and I suspect him of hiding it from me) so we all walked away richer for our experience - except for Jon who was out 127 dollars. But I don't mind telling you that I look VERY cool. I suppose that is all I have to allow for now so I will close this epistle and hope that all are well.