There's a strange phenomenon happening around here this year.
Neither one of the kids is playing a fall sport, so for the first time since Dagny was 5 we aren't getting up early on Saturday mornings to rush off to soccer or football. We actually have free time on Saturday.
It's very disconcerting.
It seems like one day of the weekend has always been devoted to kid's sports. Now that we are without them it's like the week suddenly has 8 days. The situation is very foreign to us and we hardly know what to do with ourselves.
Last week Dane comes in on Saturday morning and announces that he'd like to spend the day doing something fun. I ask what he has in mind, but he's got no specific plans. I jokingly say, "Hey, miniature golfing is fun, let's do that" He didn't catch my sarcasm and agreed that miniature golfing is indeed fun, and that putting a ball around obstacles and through windmills would be an enjoyable way to spend the day. Before I could explain the whole sarcasm thing Dane had already talked Steve into going. That Dane, he's a crafty one.
Dagny was buried under a mountain of homework so she couldn't come with us. It was sad that she missed out on all the fun. And there was fun, lot's of it. (even though I didn't win. Really, I'm not bitter at all)