Such a perfect awakening. I’m ashamed to say it, but I enjoy going to bed early on weekend nights. I considered going running this morning, because I would’ve beaten the sun, but….
The boy never woke up again from his nap he took last night around seven, and a
s I left the house around 8 o’clock he was still asleep. Must be a growing spurt. I headed down to the volleyball tournament in Rancho, paying the $10 parking fee so I could park across from the venue. This is the second time I’ve done this and I’m somewhat ashamed (’cause I really don’t mind walking), but on the other hand….
There are days I just shouldn’t be allowed around humans, or at least people under the age of 18. There was a line-judge calls were so bad even the ref questioned her numerous times over a call that everyone (even opposing team parents were shocked) had seen was clearly out. I put myself in time out and worked more on my PCC hours. Proud to say, not one single throat punch. #askmeabout5secondbodyscan
A rough evening for a time with the Boy. Nine hours at home and not one bit of packing had been done. It isn’t just the packing, it’s a combination of many things, so after I vented to his dad, then loudly spoke to him, after a while he and I sat in the back of the bus and talked. This is one of those moments again where I’m expecting him to live with me until his mid-30s or 40s.
Bed.
Pics: Volleyball tourney; Checking client hours.
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