For the past few Sunday's, after volleyball, I've been heading to my parents to vent and spend some time with Miss Miley. This does not seem to be enough for Mom though, because she likes these updates, so Mom, this ones for you.
Life has been pretty ordinary lately. I wish I could say I took a really cool last minute trip to Sonoma and spent the weekend wine tasting and eating a ton of cheese, but that's not the case. Someday, just not today.
Instead my weekend looked a little something like this.
Friday night I went to Mr. M's and he/we made dinner. It was nice enough to grill out so I chopped the veggies and he grilled the chicken before we headed out to a nearby bar to meet some of his old high school friends for drinks.
It was Friday and I was in a good mood which meant that the beverages were going down pretty smooth. This led to a painful Saturday where me and my porcelain throne got to know each other on a more intimate level.
A nap, ibuprofen, and a box of mac & cheese later I was feeling good as new.
Since I have been officially diagnosed with FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out), I filled out a March Madness bracket and we headed over to my friends apartment so we could watch the Butler vs Notre Dame game. It was a bit tense since the host Mr. played basketball at Butler and the host Mrs. is a die hard ND fan. Once the game ended, we knew it was our time to leave since Butler lost.
I got home and bee lined it for my bed after laying out my clothes for the next morning and making sure my bag was ready to go. My volleyball team had a tournament in the morning which called for a 6:30 AM wake-up call. That's also when I got a text from the other coach letting me know she wouldn't be able to make it because she wasn't feeling well.
I'm not saying I'm not a good coach, I just don't like to have to kick off coaching solo. We've had several tournaments where she's had to leave early and I can take it from there. This is my first year coaching, I still have my game day jitters. This tournament didn't have up refs either, which meant I had to stand up there, with a whistle in my mouth, make hand gestures and pretend like I know every rule there is to know in the game of volleyball.
Luckily the teams we reffed were very lop-sided and the one team just Aced the heck out of the other team. I do not like being the center of attention with coaches, players and worst of all, the parents all looking at you.
We won one match, which is actually good for us. So often we get creamed, so I'll take a win. After the tournament, when the girls went home, that's when things started falling apart. My thoughts on kids these days is coming in a later post I've been working on. Just trying to keep raw emotions out of it.
To get some frustration out I went to my parents and hung out with Miss Miley, gave her a bath, ordered my favorite pizza and enjoyed some wine with Mom, and Dad and his Kirkland beer.
I headed home when the snow started to accumulate and I couldn't believe the amount of accidents on the interstate. Once we get a couple of nice days, every Minnesotan forgets where they live and how to drive.
I'm counting down the days to the weekend when I'll be heading up to the cabin. One of my favorite things about going to the cabin is getting there. An open road, country music nice and loud and depending on the weather, the sun roof is open. Of course once I'm there, that's also a favorite, yard games, playing in the lake, grilling out, fires with the neighbors, boat rides, but that's all 2-3 months away still.