Stepford Wife: Day 2 (belated)

I was SO tired yesterday, I just couldn't bring myself to blog!  I don't think that getting up part of yesterday was as bad as the day before, probably simply because it was a football weekend, which I have been doing since school started.  What was hard, however, was managing my time AFTER I dropped Jay off at football practicwe at 7am. 

I was a bad Stepford Wife and set my alarm a little too late to cook breakfast for Jaydan before I had to drop him off up at Rampart.  Instead, I *gasp* swung by McDonalds and got him a breakfast meal there.  I rationalized that he needed the protein and carbs in that meal as opposed to the muffins that I had intended to bake anyway.  The boy needed calories to survive, right???  That was about all the easy I got that day!!

When I got home John and Kaitlyn were still sleeping.  I unloaded the dishwasher, started the apple struesal muffins (I won't even lie, I'm not THAT Betty Crocker, the came out of a box), and switched out yet another load of laundry.  I woke John and Kaitlyn up at about 8:30 so that we could be to the 9:00 game on time.

The game was VERY difficult.  I'm a jeans, Tshirt, and ponytail kind of girl.  However, I showed up in grey slacks and a sweater.  Instead of sneakers, I had a pair of sensible black Mary Jane's.  Rampart Freshmen played against Cheyenne Mountain Freshman, and Rampart achieved their first win of the season.  I, of course, cheered my son on, clapped, jumped up and down when they got their touchdown, and joined in the festive mood of the other fans when we won.  I was thrilled to finally be on the winning side of the game... but, I felt a little cheated.  I wanted to make way more noise and be way more inappropriate than  i actually was.  When my son recovered a fumble I wanted to jump up and down, shout his name, and do a little victory dance.  When he sacked the QB I wanted to yell something along the lines of "That's my baby, the one who just knocked yours on his ASS!" And I cannot even begin to tell you how many tackles that he made that made me want to fluff out my tail feathers and strut up and down the field!!  When an unsportsman like conduct call was made on his team, for no apparent reason at the time (I later found out it was because my darling baby dropped the F Bomb on the side lines) I wanted to yell at the Refs and tell them where to shove their stupid yellow flags.  Instead, I behaved and restrained myself as best as I could.  Instead of pumping my fists in the air , I clapped enthusiastically when appropriate, and shoved my hands in my pockets when it wasn't.  I opted for cute little hops when the excitement bubbled over, instead of doing a victory dance or jumping up screaming "THAT'S RIGHT!  NUMBER 66 JUST ROCKED YOUR WORLD BECAUSE THAT'S THE WAY MY BOY SHOWS YOU HOW THE RAMPART RAMS DO!!!" 

I did have to step out of Stepford to put my daughter in her place.  I think that she is getting a little too used to the never angry June Cleaver type.  All day  I got a whole lot of sighs, slamming doors, and stomping offs when she didn't get her way.  In good conscious I could not allow her to continue that behavior.  There is only so much that I will do for school, and allowing that sort of disrespect without consequence is far beyond that line.  I didn't go off, yell and scream like usual, but I told her pretty much the same thing I just said, though I will admit it was more forceful and probably a little more scary than usual. 

When John and I finally rolled into bed, we were both too tired for me to censor anything.  He looked at me and said "You're sleeping in tomorrow, right?"  I was about to list off a bunch of things that had to be done, but he simply repeated the question to me while subtly nodding his head.  I took the hint and said yes, I would sleep in.  Hey, if my husband tells me to sleep, it would be VERY un-Stepford like for me to disagree, right???  I really think this whole thing is starting to freak him out.. but more on that in the Day 3 blog!!