Too Old and Too Tired

Let me tell ya about last night. Actually, let’s start with Tuesday. As many of you know I have been taking Pickleball classes with my friend Anna. We take them though the local Community Ed program. They only last 4 or 5 weeks.

I saw her number pop up on my phone Tuesday night and my stomach sank. I had a sneaking suspicion that we had signed up for a second go around but I wasn’t 100% sure. I don’t know why I thought not answering the phone would somehow get me out of going.

A text followed the missed call. I’ll be the first to admit, if you call me, chances are you’re going straight to voicemail. If you really need me, you’ll leave a message, or text me. Texts are awesome because you can put your own spin on the content and how you chose to read it. A bright cheery British accent even makes “you knew, I told you” seem somewhat upbeat and forgiving.

Let me just say going to Pickleball was the last thing I wanted to do. Pants were off, bra was off. My entire being wanted to relax on the couch. I still can’t believe I sucked it up and went. We were late but only by 10 minutes or so. I will admit that I felt great when it was over I was glad she called me out on my shit.

Now onto last night. I don’t know about you, but my kids are at the ages where they are constantly bickering about something, or someone. It’s funny how their little mouths can run and then suddenly they want something. Your response of no is never enough. You then have to list all of the reasons you’re saying no. Proving you have a legitimate reason why you don’t want to drive your cocky 15 year old, to the gym at 7pm, after his mouth has run at you, nonstop for an hour. My kids are cute but not the smartest.

Addison decided at 7pm she would like to go outside and play basketball in the driveway. Only one problem, she suddenly had lost her basketball. Mind you she was playing with it earlier in the day. Now a lost basketball on a Tuesday night was somehow equivalent to looking for lost keys or a missing wallet. We looked everywhere. It was a basketball for Pete’s sake. It wasn’t going to be under the couch.

Chuck and Addison had even driven down the road to see if it rolled away. This basketball was nothing special, no gold inside. You wouldn’t know it though. Addison was convinced it had been stolen. Of all of our possessions available, the thief had chosen her basketball. There was little to be done to sway her. I even went as far as to post on the neighborhood page that we had a rouge basketball and to keep an eye out.

I felt bad for the kid because she has basketball this week and now her ball was gone. So I naturally hopped online and looked at Dicks. Let me just tell you how irritated I was that Dicks wanted to charge me 8.99 shipping for a 19.99 basketball. Absolutely ridiculous! I showed them though. I bought 2 basketballs, a pair of socks and 2 stickers to get free shipping. It’s amazing how a woman’s brain works when it’s tired. I had actually justified that last night.

So after I managed to scheme my way into free shipping and placed my order, Addison had a sudden revelation. Apparently she knew right where her ball had went. She forgot that she got it stuck behind the backboard. I guess the good news is the theft rate is still low and she’s getting two new basketballs.

Tonight I’m thankful for my husband who brought Addison to practice and Brogan to the gym so that I could sit down in peace and quiet.