Off Season

The day after the Superbowl should really just be a national holiday. Because no matter who plays in it, we all stay up to watch the whole thing -- plus post-game this and that -- and stumble into work on Monday very tired. It's officially off season for everybody.

When Carter still had his stomach issues this morning, it certainly was tempting to shut the alarm clock off and stay home with him. But we went to work and told him to go back to bed. He slept until 10 and felt better. Than ate some breakfast and felt even better. So we had Grandpa Austin drive out to pick him up and take him to school.

Hopefully this means that this nasty flu bug Carter and I keep re-gifting to each other is gone!

I feel a bit better, too. Was feeling under the weather all weekend -- but put on a brave face and fought through it in the name of scrapbooking. I felt well enough to go ride a bike at noon (a stationary one indoors at the fitness center). And now just want to go to bed early -- as I have said the last 10 nights -- and really do it this time.

We only had two things on the agenda tonight: 1) Watch The Voice, a great show, and 2) officially register Carter for his 9th-grade classes, a bit of a fight since he claims only one, yes one, 8th-grader is going out for band next year so now he doesn't want to. This is where I use the parenting logic and say, "Dad and I say you are playing in band. You aren't old enough to make smart decisions." .... especially when it revolves around what all the girls are doing or not doing. I didn't say that part, but we know what motivates a 13-year-old boy!

So with those two things accomplished -- one far easier than the other -- it's bed time! Let the healing begin.