I didn’t mention it before, but this weekend was the date of K’s first sleepover party. She invited a bunch of girls to sleep over and all but one RSVP’d in the affirmative. So we had a total of… something like 10 5th grade girls. I didn’t count, and largely avoided them so as not to cramp their style.
The first time I ventured downstairs was to get my coat so I could go our and pick up M from her second B-day party of the day (to bring her home to her third) so Saturday was an insane flurry of parties for that little girl. I went to get my coat and said “Hello, ladies” to the girls who were eating dinner and they said “Hello, Mr. Burke” except for one who said “Hi, Mrs. Burke” by mistake before correcting herself, but it was too late. A cacophony of giggling arose and I had to hide my laugh. I would have made a joke, but I remember being that age and it’s embarrassing to make a mistake like that and humor doesn’t always smooth that over.
The girls were extremely well-behaved. The party went off without a hitch. In the morning we made a ton of bacon, eggs, fruit, frozen waffles and bagels. Then the front door bell started ringing and the girls left one by one. Only one parent seemed to miss the clock change.
Speaking of the clock change - can’t we just agree to stay on daylight savings? This switching stuff is inane. I know I whine every 6 months about this, but they make me change the stupid clocks every six months. PICK A TIME AND STICK WITH IT!
Sunday was mostly lazy, but we took advantage of the good weather by playing frisbee at the Pottersville school. The girls and I flung the disks high and watched the wind catch them and carry them over our heads. For this sort of activity it is especially useful to stand at home plate of a baseball diamond and have the big fence behind you, so you don’t have to go far when the disk comes screaming back. Unless the disk goes over the fence.
We ran the bases, and I exhausted myself and the girls. I am out of shape. I can’t believe that 2 years ago at this time I was running 2 miles with few problems. I can’t entirely blame my Achilles tendon for the lack of fitness and the weight gain, but it also is acting up again. Damn you, Achilles!
At one point, the disks landed close to a creepy garage on the school property and M approached with caution as she grabbed the disk and scooted away. “That place is scary!”
We retired to the swing set after K decided to play a game of “I’m going to grab all the disks and make you chase me down and tickle me.” We were too tired to do anything but swing by that point anyhow.
We walked back home and noted that you have to avoid the dog droppings here and there on the sidewalk and on the edge of the school property. Being a dad, I can’t help but turn to gross jokes (it’s my job). We complained about the people who don’t clean up after our dogs and speculated “How would they like it if we pooped on the sidewalk in front of their house?” There was talk of eating a lot of chili to help the plan along. Giggling ensued.
We all nearly fell asleep at mid afternoon. Again, stupid time change.
A satisfying weekend, if tiring. We did get some social recreation in as we played cards at the L’s house: friends of Maggie via scouts and old friends of my sister from high school. That was fun! We played poker for no stakes and just goofed around.
And another week begins. Did I mention I am going to Texas? (Not until mid-April)Posted by James at April 2, 2006 9:42 AM