Tonight I watched my son play basketball. In a game. Well, the 10 year old version of a game anyway. It's painful I have to say. It makes me wonder where I went wrong, and if I didn't go wrong then what is going on with my kid? He is a great kid! But he can't play sports to save his life. If his life depending on catching a basketball when thrown to him, well, we shouldn't go there. Seriously, what the hell? I wonder if tomorrow, when I go to watch my daughter in a swim meet if it'll be the same thing? She's much more competative, and athletic, but we'll have to wait and see. She competes pretty well when playing T-ball, but this is different, it's an actual sport, that we have to travel 2 hours to get where we are going. I'm disappointed in myself when I think this way. Especially when I think this way about my kids. My husband isn't like this, he's super competative and so am I when I actually play sports. Where does my son get his wimpyness from? I'm going to hold out for puberty and see what happens with this kiddo.
Also, I'm cold. Really really cold. So cold my toes and fingers actually hurt. And being cold pisses me off. REALLY pisses me off. I lose all patience and control when I'm this cold. Living in Northern WI, I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. I want it to go away. No below zero temps for me please.
It's almost Christmas...but before that my baby is almost 8. I can't believe she's almost 8 years old. Where did this time go? What if I wanted another baby? I wasn't even thinking about being ready for that until now, and now it's too late. Even if I wanted to make that happen, I can't b/c I had my husband neutered. But either way, I can't have one because it's too long since I had my last baby...did I mention she's almost 8? Wow.