I had an epiphany yesterday while I was drafting my previous Debbie Downer post.
Regrets: I've had a few regrets lately.
For example, I offered to take Reg and a buddy to Notre Dame to see the Clemson game on November 5th. Coach was teaching in Florida and basketball season hadn't started yet. I could get away fairly easily. Curly could get a ride to her b-ball practice. We wouldn't be spending the night.
The weather in South Bend looked kind of gross. Rain. Such high winds that they outlawed canopies in the tailgate lots. I wouldn't have bothered to get myself a ticket for the game, happy to wait somewhere warm and dry while the game was happening. I would NOT be hosting my own tailgate, but we could visit the tailgates of other friends. My sister Marie was hosting a tailgate, too.
Reg decided that he didn't really want to be gone all day. Is he 85 years old, or 16? He didn't have anything else going on other than his daily quest to workout/shoot hoops, but he also noted the crappy weather.
|Mini, the masked ND fan on the left, |
and her cousin who was in town for
the game. They bumped into each other
on the field along with thousands of
other fans. Mini's face is one of surprise
and it's super cute, but you'll
have to take my word for it.
I decided not to go. Mini was probably not gonna want a shadow all day. Plus high winds? Rain?I went to see my godson in a play Saturday night. Reg watched the game at his buddy's house. He texted me during the play: I CAN'T BELIEVE WE AREN'T AT THIS GAME. IT'S CRAZY EXCITING.
I got home from the play in time to see ND fans rush the field on TV. Mini posted on her story a video from her vantage point while she was on the field after the game. Her hand is patting the top of one of the football player's helmets. So fun.
Reg got over the WHY DIDN'T WE GO faster than I did. I was glum the next day. I felt so bad that I hadn't pushed Reg to go. How silly is that?
My theory: I'm slightly unaccustomed to choosing my own path. It has been years since I had so many options. My kids activities and schedules have dictated where I go and what I do FOR YEARS. With three in college and one grown but not quite flown, I have only two high school kids at home.
I could've gone with Coach to Florida when he was teaching, but decided not to because the flights were pricey. Plus, it's hard to leave two teens home, one who's epileptic and not currently unable to drive. We've left them alone three weekends this fall. Why push it? Why ask for more favors?
I love the social side of tailgating. I attribute my 'where to go, here or there?', 'what to do, this or that?' issues with life's natural slowing down. Tailgate season was insanely busy but SO MUCH FUN, but I believe I'm going through a little tailgate withdrawal.
I miss the hectic pace of life with all of the kids home following different schedules directing us in various directions, all while constant banter and joking provide a lovely source of entertainment. Life is good, of course. It's different though.
I may end up printing this post out in a
few weeks so that I can eat my words.
Once Reg and Curly start high school basketball season, life will get a little busy. They will both be on varsity. Often the boys play at home when the girls are away, and vice versa. There is only one of me. Coach and I might split up in order to have one parent at each game, but he works late Tuesdays and there are a lot of Tuesday games. It's gonna be tough, because they will both be starters.
November 1st brain shutdown: After I was sick on Halloween, I told Coach THANK GOODNESS THIS HAPPENED WHEN NOTHING WAS HAPPENING.
We weren't in a hotel getting ready to tell people FIGHT ME for a parking spot, etc. I didn't even have to cancel many babysitting families because it was Halloween and a grandma wanted her grandkids with her and the twins were sick.
I took the troops to the zoo on Wednesday, 11/2nd. We had a wonderfully fun, beautiful day. I got home, and checked my email. I got a message from a woman in my college book club.
Book club lady: JUST CHECKING TO SEE IF YOU ARE OK. WE MISSED YOU LAST NIGHT.
Me: (IT TOOK ME A MINUTE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT SHE WAS EVEN TALKING ABOUT.) LAST NIGHT?
*** my brain made a loud clicking noise as it suddenly got in gear***
We met for book club on Thursday Oct. 26th. We talked about Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder - BTW most of us strongly disliked this book, in case you think it looks good. You might like it. Me, BLAH.
Anyway, we had an upcoming event planned on Tuesday, November 1st. We were eating at a local restaurant to celebrate our college's founder's day. I blame my trip to the ER for my disorientation. I SIMPLY FORGOT TO ATTEND. I could've gone. I had RSVP'd. I was home sorting laundry.
I don't get out all that much, so I ALWAYS look forward to these gatherings. I cried a little. OK, more than a little. I was SO annoyed with myself and with my gut for distracting me.
I messed up two other scheduled things that week. More on that later. This one was the most upsetting.
I've decided that it is also a little harder to track what I have going on simply because there is less going on. Does that make sense? One would think it is the opposite, but my brain seems to be less aware of the schedule as the schedule becomes less demanding.
Regret anything lately?
Miss out on an event because you plumb forgot to go?
Sweater thoughts welcome.