- Floral and animal print top: Maurices, 2010
- Brown crop pants: 2010
- Brown sandals
- Silver and fuchsia beaded necklace, 2010
Note: I wore this outfit at BlogHer ’10. Holy short hair, btw.
Remember last week when I was all, “Oh, I should revel in this calm Sunday because next week is going to be so busy?” I wrote about it almost flippantly, in a nonchalant tone. It’s like I had absolutely no idea how diabolically awful today would turn out to be in the end.
It’s probably better that way.
I might not have gotten out of bed.
But I did. I got out of bed, started the coffee, and ate breakfast with my oldest son. I got ready, made sure boys got ready, and got us out the door. I found the boys’ Sunday School classrooms, made an executive decision to promote LittleBrother up to BigBrother’s Sunday School class, and found the classroom in which I would be teaching my first class. Ever. I taught a Sunday School class. I figured out how to herd the acolytes down the aisle with fire. I sat through an enjoyable sermon. I made small talk on the way out the door. I rushed home, fed the boys lunch, got them changed into soccer uniforms, changed my own clothes, and got us back out the door and to the soccer field on time for our 1:00pm games.
I managed to stand in between two soccer fields, photographing two separate age groups as they played two separate games. I cheered, I consoled, and I encouraged. I made small talk with my husband’s grandpa. I rejoiced when a no-score game ended, and I congratulated when the other kid legitimately won a game. I talked with a friend. I made jokes with other friends. I talked with my hair stylist about my hair cut and hair donation — which has been moved up considerably. I picked up prescriptions. I came home and the dog peed everywhere and I cried for awhile, because hey, why not?
I read. I was read to. I ate a delicious dinner made by my husband. I played Monopoly with my family — which was the boys’ first time ever. I possibly scored a new babysitter. I got boys ready for bed. I went on a four mile run in the dark. I ended up here and now, realizing as I’m writing that the day wasn’t awful and by the end of soccer season, it will simply feel like our normal Sunday. But for now, I think I need to go to bed at 7:30pm on Saturdays, because oh man, I am so, so, so, so tired.
Next week, maybe I’ll wear a Red Bull around my neck too.