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I’ve written many iterations of this post, this being the final one. There’s been so much going on and so many thoughts to sift through that I didn’t want the chaos to reflect in my writing.

Travel bowling started this month, which means my Sports Mom Saturday’s now end around 5:00 pm. I’ve been a sports mom for the last 8 years and it is still growing on me. Kid Curious is always trying something new, which means I am always purchasing something new. From hockey gear, to basketball shoes, softball uniforms, and most recently, bowling balls, my pockets have been relatively light lately.

I’m glad he has a dad. I’ve always been a morning person in the sense that I wake up really early…but not in the sense that I want to have conversations in the morning. I wake up pretty frosty and I have to thaw out before I speak to people. If not, I’ll come off as icy. (see what I did there!) 😏 I’m always nice to my kid in the morning because I am always nice to him, even when he needs his butt whooped. But he’s the ONLY person I’m nice to in the morning, especially if I haven’t even had my coffee. *Side bar* I don’t actually believe coffee works for me. I think I just like the routine of making it and drinking it to believe I can start my day. Anyhoo, I’m usually not fully thawed out by the time we have to go to league practice, so that’s where my hubby comes in. We have a lot in common, but we are social opposites. He wakes up talking, goes to sleep talking, and I just stare at him….wishing he would stop. He knows this, but does he care? Absolutely not! How do I know when he’s upset about something? He gets quiet. And then things are awkward because we both can’t be silent. To me, him talking when I’m not listening feels how most people feel when they play Netflix in the background while they scroll on their phone. It’s a comfort thing for me. So when I’m still melting during practice, he’s there as my buffer to not have to talk to the friendly parents. While I’m struggling to keep everyones names straight, he knows what they’re doing for Thanksgiving break, where they work, and their Twitch names.

Then there’s Kid Curious. This young man talks to all the people who I try to avoid. Like the times I bring him to work and he dead walks up to all of the people I never even try to look at, and asks them loud and cheerfully, “Hi, how are you?!” Then I’m left being awkward because my urge is to snatch up my kid and tell him, “We don’t go over there!” But now he’s old enough to ask me why, and I can foresee the conversation that I will need to have with him. So I’m just there….standing like a dweeb, forcing a smile and hoping that conversation doesn’t arise. It always does. And now I’m work friends with people I don’t want to talk to. Both of these men in my household are Leo’s. I don’t believe in astrology, except when it comes to Leo’s. And I am sandwiched by 2 of them. Please pray for me!

I still haven’t found a church home yet. It’s really starting to bother me because I don’t believe it should be THIS hard to find someplace. Being a misfit has its drawbacks, this being one of them. I watch online church, I guess that will have to do for now. I miss the days with the mass choirs wearing robes, made up of mostly altos and everybody sweating. I miss church mothers. We need them now more than ever. There’s so much hurt and people need the tough love and support. I plan to be one someday, but first, I need to find some to learn from. Anyhoo….I’m rambling again, so I’mma head out. ✌🏾😘