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So... when do I get the chocolate, exactly?
Sunday, October 5th, 2008 10:13 pmTo quote Fanny Brice in Funny Girl, "Oh, what a day I've had today!"
By the way, I don't have mono. YAY! However, I do seem to be having most of the Impertinent Daughter's symptoms for her. I've heard of close mother/daughter relationships, but this is ridiculous!!! Not that she's bouncy and perky, necessarily, but she's got way more energy than I did when I had mono at 15! Still, she has her moments of going wobbly, and then saying, "oh... I think I need to lie down." I watch her like a hawk, and the second she gets pale, I'm there, nudging her toward the couch or her bed, or even my bed. "Why don't you lie down for a few minutes," I'll say.
"Mom, I'm fine, I'm not tired or anything," she'll say in protest as I herd her to the bed.
"I know. Just rest. You don't have to sleep or anything." Then I'll start typing, or pick up my crochet, and within about five minutes, I'll look over at her and find her sound asleep.
So, today, I spent a lot of time either folding clothes, or in bed, when I wasn't riding herd on Miss Priss. Then the phone rings, and it's the Blonde Sister's oldest daughter, my niece, M, and she says, "Aunt Flaky just called and said Grand-Daddy had a really bad night. We're on our way to the hospital, and she wanted me to call you to tell you that you might want to come, too. But Mom says to wait until we get there and check things out."
I said, "Oooookaaaay... so... what's going on, exactly?"
"I'm not sure," said M with a sigh. "Aunt Flaky was very upset, and you know, she's stretched so thin right now, taking care of Grandmother, and taking care of D and her kids... it doesn't take much. But really, Auntie, you just stay there until we find out what's going on, and I'll call you, okay?"
To say this sort of put a damper on my day would be an understatement. "Well, I won't panic until I know there's a reason to panic," I said, trying really hard not to sound cranky, because I wanted to be cranky, but... I don't believe in shooting the messenger, so to speak. "Just... call me either way, okay?"
*sigh*
Miss Priss' team had a game at 4 today, which she could not play in, but she wanted to go cheer for them, so... we went. And it was a slaughter of heretofore unknown scale. It was... awful, to say the least. Let me put it this way... I don't think it would have helped even if Miss Priss had been playing. Well... they might not have gotten completely skunked, but... we still would have lost. It was massive, as far as soccer goes.
12 to 0.
Yes, you read that right. We didn't even manage one single lousy goal.
Part of it is because our kids are tired. Most of the boys are playing football at the junior high, and the girls are playing volleyball. And two of the boys and two or three of the girls are running track. As well as playing soccer. That is a lot to have to do, really.
And part of it is because, as a result of all the other sports, they can only practice one night a week. And they don't always all make it.
A large part of it, too, is... our kids just aren't getting the skills training they need. They lack a lot of basic skills they should have learned at U6 and up that they just... didn't. For instance, in today's game, our kids mainly got killed on positioning. Our kids know what their positions are, but... they don't stick to them, and just don't understand how to move. Another thing? They seem to have little to no awareness of where their team mates are on the field. It's very frustrating. We've got some ideas on how to fix these problems, but they'll have to wait until next summer, when we start practicing for the fall season.
Then... we had an emergency meeting of the soccer board to handle a protest.
*insert eye-roll here*
I can't talk much about it, but I can say this: there is a reason it says in the Capitol Area Youth Soccer Association rules that a protest my not be based on the judgement call of a referee. You can protest it... before the end of the game, to the referee. But once you sign your game-card, you are essentially saying that you are fine with how the game was handled, and even if you are not, you agree that the game is over and done with, end of story. If you don't agree, you note your protest on the game-card, you and the ref (and the opposing team coach, if need be) initial it, and it will be taken up for review within the next few days. But if you sign that card... sorry. It's over.
And now I have to write a report about it and send copies to the parties in question, as well as to our board, and the CAYSA board.
I'm just... man... I still can't believe he brought it up!! No, wait, I can't. I just can't believe he thought we'd go against the league rules. Not for THIS. *snorts*
Remind me again why I joined the soccer board?
Oh, and my dad turned out to be okay, so far as I know. I got a text from M telling me he'd had a really bad night, but he was talking and joking with everyone, and seemed as well as could be expected.
My family drives me crazy.
By the way, I don't have mono. YAY! However, I do seem to be having most of the Impertinent Daughter's symptoms for her. I've heard of close mother/daughter relationships, but this is ridiculous!!! Not that she's bouncy and perky, necessarily, but she's got way more energy than I did when I had mono at 15! Still, she has her moments of going wobbly, and then saying, "oh... I think I need to lie down." I watch her like a hawk, and the second she gets pale, I'm there, nudging her toward the couch or her bed, or even my bed. "Why don't you lie down for a few minutes," I'll say.
"Mom, I'm fine, I'm not tired or anything," she'll say in protest as I herd her to the bed.
"I know. Just rest. You don't have to sleep or anything." Then I'll start typing, or pick up my crochet, and within about five minutes, I'll look over at her and find her sound asleep.
So, today, I spent a lot of time either folding clothes, or in bed, when I wasn't riding herd on Miss Priss. Then the phone rings, and it's the Blonde Sister's oldest daughter, my niece, M, and she says, "Aunt Flaky just called and said Grand-Daddy had a really bad night. We're on our way to the hospital, and she wanted me to call you to tell you that you might want to come, too. But Mom says to wait until we get there and check things out."
I said, "Oooookaaaay... so... what's going on, exactly?"
"I'm not sure," said M with a sigh. "Aunt Flaky was very upset, and you know, she's stretched so thin right now, taking care of Grandmother, and taking care of D and her kids... it doesn't take much. But really, Auntie, you just stay there until we find out what's going on, and I'll call you, okay?"
To say this sort of put a damper on my day would be an understatement. "Well, I won't panic until I know there's a reason to panic," I said, trying really hard not to sound cranky, because I wanted to be cranky, but... I don't believe in shooting the messenger, so to speak. "Just... call me either way, okay?"
*sigh*
Miss Priss' team had a game at 4 today, which she could not play in, but she wanted to go cheer for them, so... we went. And it was a slaughter of heretofore unknown scale. It was... awful, to say the least. Let me put it this way... I don't think it would have helped even if Miss Priss had been playing. Well... they might not have gotten completely skunked, but... we still would have lost. It was massive, as far as soccer goes.
12 to 0.
Yes, you read that right. We didn't even manage one single lousy goal.
Part of it is because our kids are tired. Most of the boys are playing football at the junior high, and the girls are playing volleyball. And two of the boys and two or three of the girls are running track. As well as playing soccer. That is a lot to have to do, really.
And part of it is because, as a result of all the other sports, they can only practice one night a week. And they don't always all make it.
A large part of it, too, is... our kids just aren't getting the skills training they need. They lack a lot of basic skills they should have learned at U6 and up that they just... didn't. For instance, in today's game, our kids mainly got killed on positioning. Our kids know what their positions are, but... they don't stick to them, and just don't understand how to move. Another thing? They seem to have little to no awareness of where their team mates are on the field. It's very frustrating. We've got some ideas on how to fix these problems, but they'll have to wait until next summer, when we start practicing for the fall season.
Then... we had an emergency meeting of the soccer board to handle a protest.
*insert eye-roll here*
I can't talk much about it, but I can say this: there is a reason it says in the Capitol Area Youth Soccer Association rules that a protest my not be based on the judgement call of a referee. You can protest it... before the end of the game, to the referee. But once you sign your game-card, you are essentially saying that you are fine with how the game was handled, and even if you are not, you agree that the game is over and done with, end of story. If you don't agree, you note your protest on the game-card, you and the ref (and the opposing team coach, if need be) initial it, and it will be taken up for review within the next few days. But if you sign that card... sorry. It's over.
And now I have to write a report about it and send copies to the parties in question, as well as to our board, and the CAYSA board.
I'm just... man... I still can't believe he brought it up!! No, wait, I can't. I just can't believe he thought we'd go against the league rules. Not for THIS. *snorts*
Remind me again why I joined the soccer board?
Oh, and my dad turned out to be okay, so far as I know. I got a text from M telling me he'd had a really bad night, but he was talking and joking with everyone, and seemed as well as could be expected.
My family drives me crazy.
