This has been a very long week and, yes, I know that it only had seven days like any other week but, still. Looooongest seven days, ever. Except for the two days comprising the weekend, naturally they went by quickly. Oh, and Tuesday's Porch Night, that went too quickly, also. Rest of the week? Loooong and slooooow. But! It's Friday again and, with school starting on Monday, you can rest assured that I won't be bitching about what a long week it was this time next week.
In news related to the relative longevity of the past week; The Teenager made the Junior Varsity volleyball team. This accomplishment comes on the heels of a five-day try-out period that left her exhausted, bruised, battered, swollen, sprained, grouchy and elated (depending on the day) and we could not be more proud.
The child's first activity as a member of the team will be to participate in a car wash being held tomorrow at the High School. The car wash is a fundraiser for the football and volleyball teams and Hugh and I have done our part to support the teams by spending $20 on tickets to have our cars washed after which I have promised to take the Man-Cub to Pixley to see the Oscar Meyer Wiener-Mobile at the Hellmouth or, as the more colorful members of local society call it, the WalMarts. Classy!
Also, yes, the Wiener-Mobile. The jokes, they practically write themselves.
After The Teenager is finished waxing on/waxing off, Karate Kid style, and the Man-Cub and I grow weary of making giant wiener jokes, we are going to Neighboring City to shop for school clothes. Because school starts Monday and we wouldn't want to wait until the last minute or anything.
Then, I will resign myself to the fact that, while this felt like one of the longest weeks, ever, the rest of the school year will be set to hyper-speed with my children racing ever faster toward adulthood and that, my friends, will teach me not to bitch about the little things.
I am still really happy that today's Friday, though.