Monday was wrestling.
Tuesday was basketball.
Shane's back is turned and he's frequently not paying attention to instruction in both settings.
I solved a slide puzzle Shane was mad at while he practiced.
I'm still not sure if I should watch Shane the whole time or feign like I'm not. It feels like he makes eye contact with me all the time when he's out there (Especially if a coach corrects him). Really, I want him to focus on practice, not me.....but is the attention encouraging?
I had to laugh Tuesday. I heard Shane announce, "Don't ever ever tell you're parents you're bored! They'll give you chores to do!"
Another boy announced, "Yeah! My mom makes me do laundry," and I laughed even harder (I agree, ma'am!).
Thursday, we missed practice, because Carrie wanted us to get strep tested. She had gone back to the doctor herself. The antibiotics weren't working and she had the worst looking case of strep I've seen. The doctor called it, "high aggressive and contagious," as he prescribed penicillin.
That meant Shane and I got swabbed to allay her fears and make sure we weren't the next to be infected.
Saturday, we would have gone to TKD, but Shane had a morning game. It was my week to bring snacks.
Shane doesn't really get the finer points of sports tactics or strategy, but at least he gets out there.
My snacks were a hit: Sunny D and fig bars!
I would have liked to have gone to Orange to watch the high school's district match, but the timing was off. It sounds like the team had too many bagels for breakfast and looked like they were asleep on the mat, so maybe that was a good thing.
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