Hey there, Barb.

I won't promise a long or detailed post tonight, but I've neglected my blogging long enough. When I signed JJ up for this select football league - the league we've avoided for the past five years, regardless of all the begging on his part and the nudging from friends and neighbors already in the cult - I thought I was ready.  Not.

When they said every night, they meant it.  They meant Monday through Friday, with homework afterwards, studying plays. They meant it when they said parents get involved.  What they didn't say was that you'd have to do laundry every night because he'd smell so bad you couldn't stand it if he wore that jersey in the car with you. That he would need a full meal at 4:00 before practice and then another one at 8:45 after practice.  And a shower.  And then he'd need to talk about practice for awhile before you could get any time to yourself. Which you wouldn't have, as a mom, because you'd probably be going through menopause and you'd be all kinds of a beotch most of the day, so you'd have to take drugs just to get to sleep at night.

But whether I meant to drink the KoolAid or not, I think I did.

To be honest, I don't totally hate it.  Ok, I'm not crazy about sitting through the two hour practices on the flimsy bleachers, particularly when I'm surrounded by a passel of 8th grade girls oohing and ahhing and being 8th grade girls.  But after our huge win on Sunday, at the first game of the season, I was officially inducted. It was a blast.  I think I'm a Football Mom.

The downside, though, is that I'm gone every night of the week, and the few hours between work and football are taken up with all the other stuff I don't get done.  And naps, sometimes, when I can squeeze them in, because I really am struggling with hormonal s**t.

I also joined the Boosters Board at the middle school, so I've been busy with that getting ready for school to start. Sometimes I wish I knew how to say no, but what I really wish for is the ability to cope with a normal, manageable To Do List, which is truly what I have. It shouldn't be this overwhelming, but I am having such a hard time.  I'm going to see the Dr on Friday to get the results of my hormone testing, and to find out if I can start HRT.  I just want someone to make this better.

I don't mean this as an excuse for not writing, because MC says if I wrote I would be able to cope better.  If I weren't so tired, I swear I would.

I hope all is well with you and that the year is starting off right. Glad to hear you made it through the hurricane ok.

Love you,
A