Thoughts on a Friday

We're going to attempt a family outing this evening. My husband's beloved team, the San Jose State Spartans, are playing a big game this evening against Fresno State. I personally haven't seen these two teams play since back before we were married, and we traveled with Hubby's best friend to Fresno just for the game. We were a small section! The trick is in convincing my seven year old son that it's something he wants to do. This will involve promises of hot dogs and cotton candy, because yes, we'll stoop low to get what we want. The question of the hour is: will it work?

Other weekend plans include seeing "Bolt," because what family with small children misses the opportunity to see a new Disney movie in theaters? Not this family -- I'm all about the popcorn and cherry coke, which may help explain my fluffiness these days. My husband isn't all about the movies if it's not something he's excited to see, so my guess is this will be a Mommy/Kid outing. Which leads to my next thought.

Why don't I ever get some time at home alone? Hubby certainly does during the week while the kids are at school, and he even does on the weekends when I take them out somewhere. But my only alone time comes if I stay up until some ungodly hour on the weekend while everyone else is sleeping. Even then I'm limited in what I can do. What I can't do is have a loud phone conversation, or blast my iPod music, or even turn up the volume on an R rated movie! On a regular day with everyone home, I can't even just sit quietly and read a book, because inevitably someone will either climb on me, tattle on someone else, or just choose to play as loudly as possible in the space I picked for quiet time.

The one day I'm guaranteed this is when I kick them all out for part of a day so that I can wrap Christmas presents. Last year I laid it all out on the family room floor, put on a good movie and had a great time wrapping away. I think I predict another such day in my near future. Thank you Christmas!

Go Spartans!