17 May 2013

A Good Day

It's not that all the other days are bad, but sometimes you just have a day where at the end you think, "that was a good day."  Last Friday was one of those days.

I took my kids to school then taught my first class.  I wrapped up a few things and then left for the day.  I took a personal day (which is totally legal).  I headed to Liberty Park to watch my brother play in the 5A state tennis tournament.  He did well!  They won their first match and lost their second.  The first one was the longest match in history, lasting nearly 2.5 hours.  The second match (a loss to the eventual state champion doubles team) was the shortest match in history, lasting slightly longer than 20 minutes.

When it was all over, Willie was pretty excited because he counted up the number of times he has been to state in various sports during his high school career - 7 was the total (3 football, 2 basketball, 2 tennis)- and this was the first time he had ever made it to the second round!

For me, I got to relax away from school and hang out with my parents all day.  The weather was perfect.  I was outside.  That was pretty fun!

I left Liberty Park with some time to spare, so I headed to Toys R Us to get a birthday present for Wyatt, Jack, and then one other thing for Molly.  I forget how nice it is to wander around a store without helpers.

After Toys R Us, I headed to Shopko to buy a trunkload of flowers to plant.

I got my kids.  We headed home.  We had dinner.  We spent the rest of the night outside planting the flowers and playing with the neighbor kids.  My kids were behaved.  No one screamed at me (except Jack a few times because I had to stop him from eating the dirt).  James was happy.  Our yard was starting to perk up a little.  The weather was perfect.  It was just a good day!


Eric's family and Willie's girl groupies (above).
Grandma Judy and Emily.



Willie took a pretty legitimate dive into the fence and raspberried up his knee.  It was red, but it wasn't like there was blood dripping down his leg or anything.  He played with it for probably a half hour or more before this official decided she needed to stop the match and make him put bandaids on it.


The bandaids didn't stick the the hairy, sweaty leg, so she called over a trainer to wrap up the bandaids.



And then the same red tape appeared on Eric's knee (though no one was quite sure why).