Busy day, Busy week

It's weeks such as this that wear us down. We are able to get everywhere on time, with the right clothes on and the right equipment -- even with cash in my pocket, but we don't feel really there. It seems we are always thinking of the next place to be or the next few things we need to take care of.

Last night, Christopher's football team had their make-up game. This make-up game resulted from the Hurricane Ike cancellation weekend. The game was at 6 p.m. at the Mays YMCA. For those who don't know, I could have written 5 p.m. on the Nile. The field where we played is on the other side of the earth from where I work. While we live a bit closer, it is still a traffic-filled journey.

Carpooling coordination began as soon as we found out the time and place of the game. Fortunately, Christopher's friend's dad could take them. I could leave work at my regular time, mind you, I had to change at work into my Colts clothes -- as I wrote above, we can get where we need to be in the right clothes.

We lost the game. While I watched and cheered, I wondered what we were going to do for dinner, how was Christopher going to get his homework finished, was the laundry going to be done for practice Tuesday and what time were we all getting to bed. The coaches would have said my head was not in the game.

We picked up a raspa for Christopher at the field after the game and headed home. Before we left, his friend's dad said he wasn't going to take said friend to practice tomorrow. Add that to my list, I now need to leave early from work to go home, come back across town and take him to practice.

My mind is already running this morning about the evening ahead and Wednesday (pep rally), Thursday (practice and varsity game) and Friday (basketball practice).

It's a busy day, busy week.