Sunday blessings

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Sunday

Sunday morning is our family breakfast time. The majority of the time around here, people eat FFYS (fend for yourself) for breakfast and lunch. I mean, if one of the boys is actually cooking something to eat - he'll ask his brother if said brother wants some too. But if they're just having cereal or a sandwich - well, then who bothers? But Sunday mornings, I try to get up and make something. Biscuits and gravy, or pancakes, or something. This morning, we went the biscuits and gravy route. Now the boys are doing their own thing and I'm thinking I already cooked once today so why should I cook again. Right? Well, it sounded good to me.

Its one of those quiet Sundays. The washing machine and dryer are making their cleaning noises. I've already run the dishwasher and am too lazy to go unload right now. The puppy is wandering thru the house. The boys are all taking a nap (lazy monsters- they only do this so they can drive me nuts till some ungodly time in the AM). I need to talk to Vix but I know better than to call them before 2 on a Sunday. Football is on right now and I'm not really sure why. I do want to watch the Colts game at 3. What can I say? We moved here from Indiana many moons ago and my kids are all Colts fans. My mom sends them Colts wear for Christmas every year. Little Man and B got new sleep wear this year. They will probably wear it to watch the game in a few hours. We did some work outside this morning. We're clearing some trees and cleaning up some debris. We keep cleaning and clearing. And then we do some more. This property would overgrow my house in a month I think if we didn't stay on it. Its unbelievable how fast the grass grows.

This is pretty normal for a Sunday around here. Brunch. Laundry. Clean the bathrooms. And then be pretty much lazy. I usually put the most effort into Sunday dinners too. However - we actually get the Colts game this week and so can you say we'll be eating whatever pops into the oven and can bake itself? I suppose since its already 1 - I should be going to check that all out and see what we have that fits my laziness today.

On other news... Tara and Hurricane spoke for the first time in I can't tell you how long last night. Tom had a motorcycle that he agreed to sell to Hurricane at Tara's urging. This was a good thing as Hurricane's truck won't go out of 1st gear and desperately needs a new transmission. Here's hoping that this opens up communication between the 2 of them and that they reestablish some sort of relationship. I was having visions of my kids never speaking again after my funeral. Its literally been years since those 2 have said a word to each other. I was really starting to worry that they'd never talk again. I have been nagging them both to grow up and work things out. Not just those three even (Tara, Tom, and Hurricane) but all of them. They're all old enough now to work things out amongst themselves and leave their old mom out of it. It just stresses me out too much.

Well, off here to go hunt thru the freezers and find something that the oven can turn into dinner. Hope everyone is having a nice Sunday!

how I learned

     I received some comments from my last post about how nice it was for me to enjoy the same things the boys are interested in.  Let's go back about 15 years.  Hurricane was old enough to start t-ball and some friends of ours were signing up their son.  Ex and I were still married way back when and I was pregnant with B.  Ex wanted no part of signing up a kid for sports.  He had way more important things to do with his time.  But H was really interested in trying this and the fields were close to the house - across the street so I went to register him.  As I'm filling out the paperwork, it has all the stuff I'm used to like name, birthday, age, address and then I get to a section that says:

bats _______

hits________

   Well, I'm a little bit puzzled but I think well, as far as I know he can hit and bat so I put yes in both blanks.  Silly silly me.  They wanted to know if he was right or left handed.  And I had no idea.  So far I've come in those 15 years.  4 boys and 15 years of ball later, I know more about stats and baseball than most people care to know.  I've done the score books for the boys for the last 5 years.  Another learning experience for mom when the coach handed me the books and asked me to keep them.  I had no idea what all those little boxes were for!  What I did find over the years was:  The more I knew about the game, the more I enjoyed it.  I started out watching my boys play and just enjoying watching THEM.  But now, I can appreciate exactly how hard they've had to work to do what they do.  I can say that B carried a 1.3 ERA (earned run average) while pitching and know what that means (that for every time he comes in to pitch you can expect him to give up 1.3 runs for the time that he's in-  for a started usually 4 innings so about 1 run for every 3 innings pitched).   I did find over the years that knowing what was going on made the game less "boring" than some of the other mom's found it.  

Little Man is a BIG Indianapolis Colts fan.  So, my next challenge will be to live thru another football season.  I suppose I'm going to have to learn about that next to make it thru Sunday football playing on my TV all fall.  At least they don't ask for the football channels.  I deal with MLB extra innings all spring, summer, and fall.  They only watch football if the Colts or the Cowboys are playing.  There are some things that should be a dad's responsibility to do with their sons.  Football and oil changes to name a few.  ;)  

2 weeks till school starts.  Jr High and High School registration this week to pick up schedules, pictures, etc.  And LM starts his first job this week.  So many new things getting ready to happen in their lives.  

Enjoy!