Oh, speaking of sleep (even though my messed up sleep was a while ago, this part of the story was supposed to go with the initial post, but I chopped everything up to make it more manageable) - I had a dream a week before we left for Europe. I was on some kind of voyage on a boat going to a new land or something and the people running the show/in charge of my destiny removed all of my teeth and then shoved them back in place. I didn't even wake up with swollen gums, as one would expect. It was super strange. I can still remember the dream, but it was so strange that I can't quite articulate it.
|Two blankets, TWO!|
Come on. Do you read dreams? What does this mean?
I don't have a photo to correspond with my teeth all coming out and being shoved back in while in REMM, let us be grateful for small things . . . but here's sleeping concept that's new to me, and in my estimation: BRILLIANT.
We stayed in two different Airbnbs that were set up with a king sized bed and individual duvets or comforters or whatever. Did you know about this? No more fighting over covers with a spouse. Am I alone in my excitement here? Of course Coach and I are still sleeping in a queen sized bed.
I just typed 'bed' with an 'a' by accident instead of the 'e'. Coincidence?
Days after the 3 point competition, Reg's high school coach announced his resignation. This was his first year coaching at our school. That stung. Reg worked hard to impress him. Poor Reg.
A kid, 'State-Guy', who was supposed to be a senior at our high school, transferred to another 'STATE' high school in the fall. State Guy lived down the street from us and Reg was excited to play with him on varsity. Reg was bummed when State-Guy's family SOLD THEIR HOUSE in order to rent an apartment near the STATE high school. He's the youngest of their two boys, both serious b-ball players, and they were ready to downsize. They've already bought a townhouse back in our town, so that they can move back after State- Guy graduates.
When we learned that they were moving for b-ball last summer, Reg looked at us and asked: WILL WE MOVE IF I WANT TO GO TO A DIFFERENT HIGH SCHOOL THAT HAS A BETTER BASKETBALL PROGRAM? Um, hard no.
We're dedicated basketball parents, but not THAT dedicated.
State-Guy wanted to win a state title and this other team had all the makings of a state team. At our Madhouse hotel during the 3-point contest, a kid from the State contender school saw Reg's school hoodie and asked him if he knew State-Guy. We were all like, YEP, WE KNOW.
They won state easily. State-Guy's going division 1. The program you play for at your high school matters. All that to say, it really stinks that our long time coach retired just before Reg got there and now this newbie resigned. *Sigh*
Meanwhile, Curly's travel practices for her new team are FAR away at a Catholic high school on the south side. My cousin when there. I know other people who went there. It's a good school. Loads of Irish folks attend that school. The high school's coach (who knows her travel coach) was at Curly's practice recently.
When Curly arrived, her coach sent her across the gym to talk to the high school coach.
Catholic High coach said: WE WANT YOU TO COME HERE AND PLAY BASKETBALL AND GO TO CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL.
Of course Curly wants to go to our local high school, as all of her siblings have. But the Catholic high school has an excellent girls' program. Ours doesn't. Plus, I'm guessing they'd offer her scholarship money. Are you aware of how much I like a deal? The driving to the south side alone makes me shudder. 99.9% sure we aren't going to send her there, but they DO have a boys' Catholic school across the parking lot. Do we consider sending both kids that direction? Something to think about?
Would you sell your house for your kid's sports? Did your kids attend a high school far from home? What do you know about dreams of teeth?