This weekend was busy, but all weekends are feeling busy. Life is busy. But life is good. Life is sweet.
Races were run.
Baseball was played.
Trees were climbed.
This business is exhausting. This business of having four kids and playing hard.
I took a nap in the van while Lucy was in gymnastics class on Saturday. I had two little boys napping in the back. I woke up quickly startled by baby Wade demanding to be let out of his car seat. I wiped the drool from my chin and looked around nervously wondering if anyone saw. I am very sensitive about being made fun of, not for napping, but for being a mouth breather.
One time when I had a sleepover at a friend's house in high school, I got busted for being a mouth breather. She and her parents nicknamed me "flycatcher." Niiiiice. Excuse me if I have allergies and sinus issues and need to breath through my mouth.
Another bad experience was on one of my first dates. It was a group date. We were all at the movie Cocktail. I was really into it. So into it, I forgot. Forgot to check myself before I wrecked myself. My date leaned over and said "Is that noise you breathing?" with a disgusted, confused look on his face. You see I was so into Tom Cruise behind the bar I forgot to hold my breath a little. I was in full fledge mouth wide open loud breathing form. Being called out was devastating.
After having deviated septum surgery, a lot of my breathing issues were resolved. But every now and then, like in the gymnastics parking lot, my mouth breathing returns. And it ain't pretty.
It usually happens when I'm really tired. And Tim and I are really, really tired. But it's a good tired. A sweet tired.
Saturday night, Tim and I sat down to watch an unwatched Parenthood episode on our DVR (from last February). It was good. We enjoyed it and then promptly fell asleep. We both woke up groggy and confused in the middle of the night with the lights and the tv on. "You were breathing really hard," Tim told me and even did a quite unflattering impersonation of my heavy mouth breathing. Then we turned out the lights and went back to sleep.
Okay, I get it, it may not be pretty, in fact it may be a mouth breathing, fly catching mess, but this my friends is the good life. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Cocktail Clip:
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| My Mother's Day bouquet, courtesy of Lucy. |
Races were run.
Baseball was played.
Trees were climbed.
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| Sizing up the competition. |
This business is exhausting. This business of having four kids and playing hard.
I took a nap in the van while Lucy was in gymnastics class on Saturday. I had two little boys napping in the back. I woke up quickly startled by baby Wade demanding to be let out of his car seat. I wiped the drool from my chin and looked around nervously wondering if anyone saw. I am very sensitive about being made fun of, not for napping, but for being a mouth breather.
One time when I had a sleepover at a friend's house in high school, I got busted for being a mouth breather. She and her parents nicknamed me "flycatcher." Niiiiice. Excuse me if I have allergies and sinus issues and need to breath through my mouth.
Another bad experience was on one of my first dates. It was a group date. We were all at the movie Cocktail. I was really into it. So into it, I forgot. Forgot to check myself before I wrecked myself. My date leaned over and said "Is that noise you breathing?" with a disgusted, confused look on his face. You see I was so into Tom Cruise behind the bar I forgot to hold my breath a little. I was in full fledge mouth wide open loud breathing form. Being called out was devastating.
After having deviated septum surgery, a lot of my breathing issues were resolved. But every now and then, like in the gymnastics parking lot, my mouth breathing returns. And it ain't pretty.
It usually happens when I'm really tired. And Tim and I are really, really tired. But it's a good tired. A sweet tired.
Saturday night, Tim and I sat down to watch an unwatched Parenthood episode on our DVR (from last February). It was good. We enjoyed it and then promptly fell asleep. We both woke up groggy and confused in the middle of the night with the lights and the tv on. "You were breathing really hard," Tim told me and even did a quite unflattering impersonation of my heavy mouth breathing. Then we turned out the lights and went back to sleep.
Okay, I get it, it may not be pretty, in fact it may be a mouth breathing, fly catching mess, but this my friends is the good life. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Cocktail Clip:
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