So, the past couple of days have been pretty difficult for me, for personal reasons that I do not wish to discuss on a public forum (absolutely nothing to do with my marriage, however, so don't freak out.) Yesterday I was unable to word it, so I posted how I felt. It was a good post. Very therapeutic.
However, last night it got much better. For any of you who haven't been following my blog, I'll fill you in on something that annoys me. My kids are not my kids. I didn't give birth to them, anyway. They have a mom, and she just moved about four hours closer than she was. Now she's only 2.5 hours away. So last night, the parents of seniors in the marching band were to be acknowledge along with their kids. We walked down the track by the field, they announced the senior's name, then the parents' names. When we got to the center of the field, they were handing out a flower for the senior's mother. I assumed I would not get a flower, which wasn't a bad thing, I know my place even if I'm not fond of it. But our son stopped walking and said, "Can I have another flower, please? I have two moms." He didn't say he wanted one for his stepmom, he didn't just ask for another flower. He said he had two moms. And my heart melted, and I kept my tears in as best I could. But it made everything in the last two days 150% better, and I told him that when we were back home and all was said and done.
Plus, we won the final home game for our seniors in quadruple overtime, by one point. Go Raiders!
Today we have Zachary's Regional Marching Band Competition in Chesterton, Indiana. He performs this evening, so we'll watch a little football first and then be on our way. Wishing him the best of luck. It's their best show yet! Next year our daughter starts high school and marching band, too. I feel like I'm at a re-election campaign... Ffour more years! four more years!" keeps running through my head!
Our doggie still has her staph infection. I've been trying to get rid of it with the anti-fungal shampoo, but I fear I'll probably have to take her to the vet this week to get some antibiotics, too. The last two times, it went away with just the shampoo after a week. I feel bad for her. She's very uncomfortable. This is the first time since we've moved here that they've gotten fleas at this house.
I think my husband is watching a homeless man perform "Under Pressure" with two Kermit the Frog puppets online.
Hey, I can make beer brats on the grill today! Yay! I will go shower and do that. Or do that and then shower.