Well, friends, it's 11:00 p.m. on Valentine's Day. And where am I? Spending the night alone in a sketchy road-side hotel in Anoka, MN. Not exactly the romantic evening of my dreams.
It's okay. I'm catching up on your blogs, nursing my loneliness with the chocolate my husband thoughtfully picked up for me today, and watching really terrible late-night local TV.
Bobby's basketball team won their game this afternoon--sort of shock; no one (including Bobby) expected to pull out the win. I stayed with the team at the gym until 9:45, then made the trek to my hotel for the night. I do this mostly so I can wash their jerseys. To the boys, I'm sort of a "Coach Mom"-- since I also have to remind them to eat, and I do all of the ankle-taping, nose-bleed stuffing, and ice-pack scavenging on the sideline as well. I check them for concussions and sneak them contraband Advil, when they're really only supposed to get Tylenol. Tonight the paper airplane I folded took 2nd place in the halftime contest. I beat all of the boys on our team and only lost to the coach of another. I told them I was good--and in the end, they literally bowed to me and admitted my airplane-folding superiority. They're good kids.
Bobby and I were able to manage a quickie at home before leaving for the tournament (so despite the dares and peer pressure in the comments on my last post, we do not need to sneak away to the ball room, janitor's closet, or equipment storage this weekend--though it would have been fun). I'm not positive I ovulated today, but I'm hoping so. It would be kind of sweet to conceive on Valentine's Day, I guess (although we probably wouldn't tell the kid they were conceived during some afternoon delight before rushing off to chaperone a tournament...that's a little less sweet). I was worried Bobby wouldn't be able to perform under the pressure, especially since he was distracted about getting everything packed. But he was a champ, as always.
So, here I am, a little lonely, but also grateful to have a bed while Bobby will be sleeping on an air mattress on the tile floor of a classroom. I'm trying to make the best of these surroundings--this whole hotel smells like pot and there's definitely two teenagers having sex in the room next to me.
Oh well...someone should get lucky tonight. I hope all of you are getting some love too, and maybe even making babies!