February 11, 2007

Time Flies Like The Drips Through My Ceiling

Someone asked me how the wrestling match went. Kind of laughing at the amount of time you spend at one...waiting to watch your kid and in a few minutes it's over.
It is kind of funny...unless it's you of course. I got to thinking about it and told someone it wasn't that much different than going to ball games.
On Friday we spent...1 and 1/2 hours on the road going to North Platte, 4 hours watching other kids wrestling, 6 minutes watching Andrew wrestle and 1 and 1/2 hours on the road going home. On Saturday we spent...1 and 1/2 hours on the road, 6 hours watching other kids wrestle, 5 minutes watching Andrew wrestle, 1 1/2 hours driving home, then 1 hour getting ready to leave and 20 minutes on the road to watch the girls basketball game, 1 hour watching other kids play and 1 minute watching Katie play, then we watched to boys basketball game and then spent 20 minutes driving home.
crazy doesn't even begin to describe the insanity of it all

1 comment:

Molly said...

I know. Grandstand butt, stale popcorn, ringing in your ears. But bless the poor little kids whose parents can't or won't be bothered to show up. It'll all end for awhile until the grandkids start going to practice.