The Little Weekend That Could

All I have to say is ~ WOW! What a jam packed, fun filled weekend! But, boy am I glad it is finished. We packed so many activities into the weekend and all I could think to myself was “I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” And I did…mostly.

They were prepared and ready to take on what they were supposed to do. Sandwiches, snacks, waters, fruit, sunscreen, ice, and chairs for the lacrosse games…check. Costumes, accessories, tights, make-up, shoes and flowers for the recital…check. Full tank of gas, advil, tea and sunglasses for me while I am driving all over Richmond to get the kids to where they need to be…check.

In all honesty, the kids were probably over prepared…I made sure to pack little first aid kits for both boys during their lacrosse tournament. Did they REALLY need their own first aid kits? Probably not, but I knew there would be a long stretch of time when I wouldn’t be there and I would rather the boys have a first aid kit on hand in case of emergency than to have to beg off of another parent. Claire was prepared as well ~ but not overly so. Everything was packed and ready to roll as soon as I got home. With all my careful planning I think I am in the running for the coveted “Mother of the Year” award. I think I have a shot at it ~ 😉

The lacrosse games were packed with excitement. The boys’ teams didn’t do very well but…it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game, right? (Not really ~ losing sucks but the company we kept during the tournament more than made up for the losing streaks of the boys’ teams). Claire’s recitals were, as usual, wonderfully done ~ no winning or losing there, thank goodness! The times were jammed together tightly but I just kept repeating “I think I can. I think I can. I think I can…for the love of my children”

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