The following rant is simply just for stress-relief purposes. I'm using this blog to vent to instead of my husband (just on game days) so I don't stress him out even more. Please forgive me for this whiny complaint you are about to read.
Our first playoff game is tonight and I am STRESSING!!! Not why you would think. I'm pretty confident that our boys will be ready to play unless they just go out there and lay a big ol' egg! I'm stressing because of my "hosting" duties. Here is what my afternoon/evening is looking like. 3:00.....Rush to Children's Place to try to find gloves for Avery's tiny hands. 3:30.....head home and start getting the tailgate food ready, pack game bags, get kids dressed and myself, and load up the truck. 5:00.......pull up at the game and unload kids, grandparents, and food. Set up the food while making sure kids do not run off into the sea of tailgaters. Make sure there are "strategically" placed seats for my father under the tent. Get the rest of my family/guest parked and into the game. Make sure all my guest have seats, eat, and can see the ballgame. Visit with my pals and chase kiddos. Make sure the babies don't freeze. Make sure Cooper doesn't eat 5,000 cookies and puke. Hope for a Mustang victory and go see daddy after the game on the field. Clean up the tent and pack everything back up. Collapse into bed!!! I'm already tired and it's 5 hours before kickoff! GO MUSTANGS!! BEAT THE WARRIORS!!!
