The Schmidt House

Had a good laugh this weekend at the basketball tourney, I sat with the parents between one of the games and one of AE's teammates brother sat down to chat. I moved my Mary Poppins' Dooney & Bourke bag so he could sit down. "OMG your purse if so cool." "Why thanks CS." "That is just so cool that you got your purse at Dave & Busters. How many tickets did it take to buy it?"

Now I have that stupid Lionel Richie song in my head - So, how is everyone in Blogland? I have really fallen off the face of the Earth the past few weeks. Think that it is I am completely full up with everything else that life is throwing at us right now and just have nothing left to say by the end of the day. We finally had our first low key weekend at home in months. It is our brief respite before Spring basketball and hockey go into full swing. AE and I went to watch, imagine this...basketball. Her friends were all playing at Maple Grove HS this weekend and then Dan and I had the opportunity to clean the garage. We managed to complete the task without a fight (small miracle). He did at one point tell me to get out of his space, if I recall, the quote was, "You have the rest of the house - in fact you took over the last spot that was mine (the basement), so now this is all I have (the garage) and here you are." I believe that is when the door fell off the cabinet and he was

Last night I was laughing as little man read "Clifford's Red Sled" to me. He is working on punctuation at school and they must be on the exclamation point this week because he would read a sentence, get to the end, see that there was an exclamation point, then re-read the sentence with feeling. "OH NO CLIFFORD COULD NOT FIND ROSEBUD!" If you ever wondered how often an exclamation point is used in a child's book, you need not wonder any longer - I can tell you. Too much!!! Also another little funny, AE couldn't find something (can't remember what). AE: Mom, where is the blah, blah, blah? Mom: It's in the junk drawer under the phone. AE: Where? JG: MOM SAID IT IS IN THE DRUNK DRAWER! Nice.

This has been one of "those" weeks where I often find myself scared to slow down and assess the situation because when I do I start to get this really tight feeling in my chest and I feel nauseous. Does anyone else get that? When life is going mach 10 with your hair on fire...and if you stop you just might fall right over from that string you are balancing everything on... I am going to bed.

We played in the MSF state tourney yesterday. The girls went 2-1, AE played well and had fun. I had to laugh, one of AE's best friend's (AP) mom (AP plays on the other Maple Grove team) told me about a little exchange she had with another parent while watching our game. Guy: You know I've heard about that #44 on Maple Grove (#44 is AE) AP's Mom: Really, what? Guy: Yeah, I heard she is cocky as all get out and has a mean streak. AP's Mom: Seriously? Guy: Yeah, that's what I heard. What are you the mother? AP's Mom: No, but close enough my daughter is one of her best friends. Guy: Oh gee, so is she like that? AP's Mom: The way you described couldn't be further from the truth. AE is the most humble, gentle child I know. Guy: Silence. I find it amazing how someone could possibly think that about our daughter. I told Dan this morning, had totally forgotten about it because it was so absurd. His response, "You know that would really bother me