Tom and I have commented to each other all week about how, though we've enjoyed having the boys here, we go forward in this life with power of our convictions that we made the right choice regarding children.
Tom has sorely missed his 1/2 hour of sitting on the couch each morning drinking coffee. Today I actually made a concerted effort to get to work earlier than I had been, and still got there by the seat of my pants. I have no idea how I'm going to get my Friday coffee treat tomorrow. Tom and I have both talked of the exhaustive effects of constantly thinking about where they are, where they need to go, how they're going to get there, where we are, where we need to go, when we're ever going to get there.
When Tom found out he had a spare 30 minutes before I got home from soccer practice with the boys tonight, he was so excited because it gave him a chance to run all over town and do some errands that have been on his list all week.
When I found out I had 15 extra minutes in my afternoon, I blew off sorely needing to be done work to come home and sit on the couch and watch 15 minutes of TV.
And then there was soccer practice. I have yet to have to accomplish soccer practice unaided. Tuesday night a friend took control of it, drove them everywhere, and then fed them before bringing them back. But it was after 8:00 before we got them into bed that night (far too late by Kincaid boys standards.) Today, the coach of Nolan's team actually picked him up from daycare, got him ready, and drove him to practice. Meanwhile, I went and got Cal, took him to Taco Bell for a one-on-one dinner treat (he had two tacos, his bill was under $3.00.) Then we drove to Nolan's practice to watch him. Cal was then shuttled to his practice by his coach (is your head spinning yet?) I took Nolan from his practice to get his special one-on-one dinner (chicken nuggets and an apple juice from you-know-where, his total was $5.00, whassup with that?) Then we went to Cal's practice to watch him. Then I brought both boys home, got them washed (Nolan has taken to reminding me that the teeth need brushing, and scolds me if I forget) and then bed!
Tom and I reheated some lasagna and sat down to eat shortly before 8:00. We just sat there and stared at each other. Unsure of what to say.
"Ricky Martin adopted two kids...what the hell was he thinking?" said Tom.
Ricky Martin has probably hired himself some assistance.
Said I, "Well if we had kids we'd probably wind up on the Maury Povich show with all of the obese children, because they would never be allowed to participate in organized sports that required multiple days and nights of our lives."
It just never seems to stop. We have decided that families must live for the weekends. Though there are two soccer games scheduled at different points in Northern California for the boys this Saturday (which will happen while Tom and I are sleeping in, thank you very much.) But even with that, the weekends, and the non-sports themed months must be when you get to breathe just a bit and be able to soak in all of the awesomeness of having these little, totally dependent, smiling little loves hanging all over you.
But Tom thinks that he and I are probably still better off with a dog. And dogs don't play soccer, so he's probably right.
There's more truth to this than you even know. I, unfortunately, have divorce to prove it. And...our kids do a relatively few number of activities....but, still...
Posted by: kw | October 22, 2009 at 11:31 PM