Heh.

Heh, indeed. Notice the time stamp. Guess who is at practice?

And ya know, as soon as anyone stirs in the house, the dogs get all excited. When someone stirs, that means it’s breakfast time. Then the cats get all excited because it’s breakfast time. Then Terry dances around saying, “Mama, I hafta go!” She sniffs every square inch of yard before she settles down to business. And by that time the coffee is brewed—and the day is irreversibly under way. Sigh.

And you know what else? Next week is going to end up looking an awful lot like this morning. Someone’s conscience was bothering him a good deal last night. His choice to make and we’ll deal.

I’m fed up with this coach.

Sigh, sigh, sigh....

I can’t even believe that he would do that on Christmas vacation. Or that the lad would feel guilty and go! So many people travel and go on vacations. I doubt that they will have a full team at practice. Tell him I said to stay in bed for the rest of vacation and take pity on his ol’ Mom! For Pete’s sake!

Fortunately or unfortunately, as the case may be, it occurred to him that being team captain-elect requires a little above and beyond. It’s not good form to bail when most everyone else will be there. And, believe me, they will be. The winter track team is the cross-country team staying in shape between seasons. All but three were there this morning. They had pre-approved excuses.

DId I mention that I’m fed up with this coach? It would kill him have practice at 10:00? Or in the afternoon like every other day? Beats me.

I’ll betcha he thought along the lines of “get it done in the morning so there’s time for family in the afternoon.” Mind you, I wouldn’t bet much.

Like teenagers spend time with family in the afternoons during vacation…

Nah, this guy is an extreme example of early morning personhood. Isn’t everyone like that? They should be. Keeps the kids honest and out of trouble. Too tired to get into mischief at night. Bah. By the time practice started, he’d already been out for his hour run. And then he went again. Then he probably went home and had lunch.

Being merciless, I made the lad clean his room.

Now who’s worse? ;)

I plead the fifth on that one, ma’am.