Me and Mr Right

It's been, all-in-all, quite a satisfactory weekend.

Mr Right and I went to see Mercy Me in concert on Friday evening. He picked me up for our date at 8pm, which we were both chuckling about. In truth, we're usually home from our dates around 8, not just leaving the house. He brought me home at 11:30, which is most certainly the latest we've ever been out. We are seriously very much too old. You know you're too old for dating when your kids start calling to find out where you are, and why you are not home yet, and if you are making good choices.

Yesterday, I took Mr Right's daughter to explore the possibilities of indoor rock climbing. I think I could really get into that as a sport. I am really not in that pitiful of physical shape, but, I found that 20 feet in the air, my arms gave out from exertion. The fellow who was coaching me told me what coaches always tell you so you won't despair, "You're just using different muscles." Translation: "You are a wimp."

Today, I did a load of laundry. This is the closest thing to productivity that I can point to for the weekend. In celebration, I am going to the movies. Mr Right and I are taking the various younglings to see Bedtime Stories at the cheap theatres.

This week is Spring break around here. This has little or no bearing on the outlook in my house. The boys are going to continue to slave away at their schoolwork, and I am planning to slave away at working and mothering. There's lacrosse practice to keep us busy in the evenings.
Speaking of lacrosse....did I tell you that Michael scored his first goal? He is playing "middie" this year, and he's totally The Bomb. His first game was on Wednesday, and they won. Of course. I am such a lacrrose mom. Go, LaX!
Also? This is the last week that Michael will ever be 13. Not because I am going to kill him, but because he is about to round the corner to 14. Aren't I too young to have a 14-year-old?

Since that's all I know, I am now going to turn the computer back to my MySpace-Addicted 13-year-old.