Well, it was for me. For Precocious Daughter, it was a 24-hour day. She got up at 2:00 a.m. Saturday and went to bed at 2:00 a.m. Sunday.
|Just thinking about it.|
Chuck was there, guys!!
|It's a pretty terrible picture. But look, it's totally Chuck.|
Still, completely worth it.
I also learned that I can still spend a day with PDaughter's dad and have a good time. Also, that I can spend a day with PDaughter's dad and realize we're done.
And it's OK.
My kid took a wicked kick to the face yesterday that turned her skin beet-red and knocked one of her contact lenses back into her eyeball. She took it with a smile and gave her opponent a big hug after the match.
I love her so much.
Today was pretty much a recovery day, you know?
I hope your weekend was as good as mine.