I’m not going to lie… I am EX.HUAS.TED as I type this.
The last few days have been so busy, but so much fun. Friday night, I went to a nail-biter of a football game. A family from church has two boys that played for one of the local teams (one a freshman, the other a senior). As such, I’ve become an honorary member of the family attending most of the games this season. We were the visiting team (they played another local rival), and coupled with the drop in temperatures that our area has seen lately, we were all chilly and anxious. The team played a less than steller first half, but came out of the locker room with a vengeance an in the last minute of the game, they took the lead. Sadly, the defense couldn’t hold off the other team, and we lost in the last five seconds of the game.
(The upside and probably completely unimportant detail to note is that because of the wins/losses of locals teams, three teams -- including the two from Friday night – were forced to play this weird little Monday play-off game. Our team came out the winner and now advance to region playoff.) It is important to note that this is the first time in 28 YEARS that this team has been more than 5-X in wins and regional playoff berth. So exciting!
Saturday was my college homecoming and sorority’s 50th Celebration weekend. The older I get, I have anxiety about these kinds of events. I am generally excited until the day of then I’m covered in dread worrying about pettiness between old college acquaintances. Sometimes my 35-year old anxiety resembles my 21-year old anxiety; it’s so attractive. Sweetly enough, I had a good time. My little group of girls had good seats and we managed to get tickled even during the most important parts of the dinner. Thank you Lord for laughter! Plus, it was really good to see some people, including a tap sister that I haven’t seen in nine years.
Sunday, I headed back up to Cleveland for a reunion breakfast with friends. This was the event I was most looking forward too. We had a blast at breakfast for nearly two hours. Good food and sweet friends are the perfect combination.
Monday was work and while it wasn’t boring, it was work. Last night after work, I picked up the girls to take them home. Turns out they had a school event at one of the local McDonald’s. They called it McTeacher’s night. I will heretofore refer to it as: McWasteofMyTime. There was a little Dia de Los Muertos face painting, balloon animals, and sundaes. Basically I saw a bunch of short people painted as skeletons carrying drippy ice cream sundaes holding balloon swords. BLESS.
The girls and I went home, ate dinner, and then made some paper turkeys. I asked the girls what they were thankful for and Lyric gave me 47 things. I’m not sure Lanaya even answered the question, but based on the colorful turkey feathers, I think she was thankful mostly for markers. (Good choice!)
After bath time, I was picking out the girls hair. Lyric has this MASSIVE fro for a six-year old, but it’s beautiful. Sadly, her family doesn’t think so and they tell her often. I told her that God gave her special hair, just for her, and that it was beautiful.I am just as guilty as anyone for letting the negativity around me skew the image I see in the mirror – to drive me to believe that I’m not enough in different areas of my life. Seeing her have this insecurity as six hurts my heart. Jesus be.