Recovering from the Weekend

I am recovering from our weekend today. Our weekend has been jam packed, all good stuff, but I admit I am counting the minutes until nap time so I can catch some snooze myself.

A recap? Friday: Opening day for the spring soccer season in Whoville. Game on, people. I wish I could accurately depict the mania of soccer in our little town, but I can't. You have to see it to believe it. There are close to 300 kiddies in Kindergarten and 1st grade registered to play. It is not only a soccer game, but a social scene for the parents. Anyone and everyone from whoville with a child spends quite alot of quality time at the soccer fields. It gets so crazy - that whoville has a police officer directing traffic when the games let out. (The traffic full of SUVs and minivans gets a little intense for our little suburban parts.)

We celebrated pregame with a little pizza, our friends Christine and Dylan and their girls. The kiddies looked adorable all decked out in their soccer uniforms and shin guards. (Of course, Chris caught that I had actually put Aidan's shin guards on outside of his socks, rather than inside. I have a little work to do as a soccer mom.)

After soccer, Chris and I did bath and bedtime for the boys. We gussied ourselves up and headed to a cocktail party at a neighbors house. I told our babysitter we'd be an hour. Three hours later and I had barely glanced at the clock. Oops! Good conversation, yummy food and adult drinks make for a quick passage of time.

Saturday was the big day for Chris. We scored 9th row center seats at the concert of Chris's all time favorite band - the Police. As an added bonus, Elvis Costello was the opener.

We were excited by the prospect of 9th row seats, but the reality outdid even our high expectations. The seats were amazing. The band was unbelievable. It was probably one of the best concerts I have ever attended. All around, just a great time.

But now, back to real life. Chris had an exceptionally early tee time for golf this morning. He was up and out before the boys awoke. I was reluctant to drag my tired, aging, sorry self out of bed. Aidan tried to get me up, unsuccessfully, at 6:20 a.m., 6:40 a.m., and then finally, at 6:50 told me in frustration, "Mom, you have to get up. Brennan is crying and Griffin is screaming for you." He then bounced on my bed for emphasis to make sure I was really, truly up.

Thank God for coffee and the wonders of caffeine. Otherwise, I wouldn't even make it until nap time. But it looks like I made it. Hurray for nap time! Now I have to go see about that little snooze.