We are in the quiet before the storm here. The week before my volleyball season starts. On the 16th, my season begins and it is a 12 week marathon for our house. Every weeknight is filled with practice or a game. Always before season starts I wonder how I can possibly fit it in and when it's done, I wonder what I used to do with all my free time. But there is a certain adrenaline that comes with each new season, a fresh start, a chance to impact young people. I love this sport and I love to teach others how to love it too. And I will admit, it is a chance to do something that does not involve diapers or little runny noses, cute as they can be(the noses, not the diapers).
Wayne typically has his hands full picking up the slack. This year, however, we found out he will be traveling for business for at least a month, up to 6 weeks. He'll be home for the weekends, but gone M-Thurs. I'm so excited for him to try his hand at this new thing for our company(for those of you who don't know, we both work for a scientific glass company). But the thought of him leaving during season has me doing some audible gulping. It will work out, I'm sure, with a lot of help from my folks as always, and a few favors called in from some friends too, I expect.
I will be coaching for
Aquinas Institute this year, new for me since my beloved Nazareth Academy closed. It is a bigger school than Naz was and has boys(Naz was ladies only for the high school). AQ has fantastic facilities though and I'm looking forward to a slightly bigger draw than the last decade has provided. For those interested, you can find our game schedule on the above link.
This week will be spent relishing the "free-time" I have left while furiously trying to get errands done before next week. I will savor every evening where the only thing I have to do is feed and bathe my babies and veg out with Wayne while we wait for Adalyn to be tired(11pm last night).
Last weekend the girls were invited to a birthday party at a stable. With Horses. Big horses. This was worrisome a little to me. Visions of 2 hysterically crying little girls thrashing about on top of a horse were threatening my excitement for the dear little girl whose birthday we were to celebrate. Last year D & W were both given opportunity for the slowest horse ride ever and they both turned it down flat. But this time they told me they were going to do it and were all fired up about it.
I had my hands full so the photos are minimal, but a fun time was had by all. New this year, we made our own chalk. Plaster of paris, powdered tempura paint and water, combined and then poured into dixie cups and Viola! A very easy and fun craft that anyone could do. I found the recipe a few places and if you google it, you will see some of the options.
