I subbed at the elmentary school last Thursday and Friday and then again on Monday and Tuesday.
It was for the same teacher...so it was nice to have the same schedule of classes and work with same groups of kids. Today I am enjoying being at home in my sweat pants! I have laundry to catch up on and we're in desperate need of some groceries.
It's been rainy the last two evenings and nothing on our schedule....can I tell you how much I love that? The boys tennis season has ended...and I finally have my family back! We have snuggled on the couch, enjoyed dinner together, and not rushed through homework. After dinner last night Brady and I read together for an hour and fifteen minutes. Then, the three of us played a couple games of Yahtzee. I'm not a fan of being super busy and on the go all the time...but that seems to be where this stage of life has us. It makes me appreciate the simple quiet times all the more....even if they are few and far between.
Last Sunday when we finally got home after a long weekend on the go...I was in the back room checking my emails when I heard Brady yelling for me to hurry up and come....I needed to see something quick! So, I hurried into the kitchen to find him pointing to this.....
Can you believe it mom?! Why are all of these dishes on the counter and in the sink? Where did they come from? Did you know about this?
I was cracking up! He was so serious. I guess we don't usually have dishes piled up like this...but we weren't around all weekend and we were out of dishwasher soap for a couple of days! So you see, I'm not only slacking on the blog end...I'm also slacking on the homefront!
I wasn't planning to blog about Brady's tournament this past weekend. I think it's something he definitely would like to forget about. But, some of you have asked...and I would like Brady to remember that life doesn't always go perfectly...and there are disappointments along the way.
Brady had such high hopes going into this exciting tournament. The Little Mo is a tournament that brings the best players in your state and in your age group together. Brady was able to play against other boys who are also 9 years old. The finalist move on to Illonois....and then the national tournament ends in Texas. Brady really wanted to compete in Illonois this summer...his bags were all but packed.
But, that's not how it went down. Brady lost in the semi-final. 3-6, 4-6. The other boy played really well...and Brady did not play his best. I think that's where the real disappointment comes in. Knowing you could have won the tournament...but didn't. We watched the other boys play....I'm almost positive Brady would have won the final. Brady was devastated. He held it together long enough to get from the tennis court to the van. Eric was there to console him....I went to the bathroom and cried for my boy. Seeing your child work so hard for something and then to be so disappointed is really heartbreaking. It was a long ride home from Philadelphia...Brady turned mad, decided he was quitting tennis, then blamed Eric for the way he played. It wasn't pretty. However, by that evening, Brady came to the conclusion that he's not a quitter.
The size of your succes is measured by the strength of your desire; the size of your dreams; and how you handle disappointment along the way. ~Robert Kiyosaki