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Pirates and Princesses Swim Meet at Gettysvue

Yesterday I spent an hour at swim practice.  Then an hour packing the car and running to the party store for supplies for the theme of the meet.  After 3.5 hours and a rain delay at said meet, hubby tagged in and off with grumpy preschooler I went.  I missed the one minute my daughter needed me.  There was a false start.  She was in the pool frozen, people yelling.  There were tears.  Sweet coaches encouraged, kind mommies stepped in, her daddy gave her the, “buck up little missy” talk.  She’s fine but I can’t get over spending all that time and missing the moment she needed me.

My living room looks like this.  Painting is going slowwwwww.  Three year old tantrums, swim team stress, paint messes, I may or may not have scarfed candy in my bed while watching reruns of Friday Night Lights and chanting “Tomorrow will be better”.  All this to say…..

I’m heading off to see my favorite social activist and lyrical genius this weekend!  Throw in a little Demo’s steak and spaghetti and I’ll be a new girl.  Well, at least a well feed and rocked out one.

Oh, Bono.  Only you could share a shelf with C.S. Lewis.