I did nearly six hours at the pool this morning, running on a bagel, and a bottle of water. I seated almost 250 kids in 82 events with the help of 4 other parents. I kept swimmers from age almost 6 to 18 in the heats & lanes they were assigned and only managed to lose one heat of 11-12 year old girls on their way across the pool deck to the starting blocks. (I wasn't any of those girls' mom.) We created an entire event of 9-10 year old girls with no entries in the space of 5 minutes. I got really chewed out by only one mother. One set of parents thanked me for my attitude and cheerfulness with the swimmers. And another parent asked if in my "real" life I taught preschool, because I "am so great with these little kids". (I told them no that at noon I turned back into the Wicked Witch of the West.)
I watched about thirty minutes of the USA vs. Ghana World Cup game while we ate lunch. That has been edge of my seat intensity. Good soccer. What a beautiful sport to watch when it is played well.
I got The Boy to collect his scout gear and be ready when the ride came to pick us up. Then rode shot gun with Dear Friend Kelly--my partner in running the bull pen this morning--to get three boy scouts to their Timberline Camp about an hour and a half away with Kelly's three your old stuck in the car seat with us the whole way.
Now it is nearly seven and the breakfast bagel, and lunchtime chicken strips have long since burned away, and yet I am too tired to care. Just.Want.To.Sleep.
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