Saturday after Kat’s game, I was tired, kinda cranky – you would be too if your toosh has been hurting as long as mine has, and all I wanted to do was go home and lay down. Pato wanted to go to the Chinese buffet over here though, so I sucked it up and went.
Then we got in the car again, I thought we’d be going home. He heads the opposite direction. Kat’s all, where are we going? I want to go shopping! I said, we’re not going shopping. I want to go home. Pato where are we going? He pulled into a local furniture store. Huh?
He said, go pick out the bed you want. If I pick it out you’re going to complain how it’s not the one you want, ya di da di da. Ok, if a brand new bed showed up here, I think complaining would be the last thing I do, but sure. I’ll go look.
We both think my back and sciatic nerve problems are the result of our mattress.
I’ll point out here, that in my entire life, even when I was little, I have never had a bed that wasn’t just new to me. Someone has always slept in my bed before me. Friends/family get a new bed, Heather do you want ours? We’ve upsized to a king this way. But, our mattress is shot. I think I’ve mentioned before that with co-sleeping, we haven’t had a head/footboard on our bed in over 6 years. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt if they fell out, so our mattress/springs have been on the floor. I’m not sure if that affects the mattress or not, but it doesn’t look great either way.
I went in and I fell in love with this bed –
Actually, I fell in love with a lighter version that was similar but a little different. Pato said, white white white, that’s what you always want, white. Everything shows dirt, with 4 kids, it’s bound to happen, go with a darker color. So, I went with the black that I loved almost as much as the off-white one.
Then I laid on about 20 mattresses, found a king that I liked, that Pato liked, that was firm, yet soft. So happy.
We decided not to go with the under dresser, though I think that snazzies it up a little more. Christiano’s crib is in our room as a toddler bed now. Pato said he was going to build a trundle to put his mattress on, and we’d trundle his bed so we’d have a little more room in our bedroom (for my sewing machine that is still sitting on the porch). I told Jordan that and he flipped out thinking I was going to make Christiano sleep under my bed. Yes Jordan. I’m going to put him to bed, then just push him under mine. Think he’ll mind?
We debated the whole bedroom set, because you save like $200 if you buy the whole thing as a set, but I decided we really don’t have room for everything it comes with. When we get a house, we can always go back and get a set to go with the bed.
After getting my bed all picked out, we went into the clearance section to look at tables.
I ran into bunk beds. We do have a set of bunk beds in the garage, but the reason they are out there (they were Jordan’s) is that they are really just too tall for the kids’ rooms. They can play with the ceiling fan. Plus, it is missing the side rail. Never had one. I didn’t think about that when we bought them. How the heck I didn’t notice that, I don’t know.
I found 3 that I liked that were a lot shorter than the one in the garage and had rails all the way around. Much safer.
The girls picked out this one.
They’ve been sharing a futon in Kat’s room, but we never unfold it because, well, Kat doesn’t like it unfolded. Weird child.
They are both so excited to have their own beds, even if they are in the same room.
Everything is going to be delivered Wednesday morning.
If my butt didn’t hurt, I’d jump up and down with glee.
A new bed. I will be the first one to have slept in it. Well, Pato and I actually. Yippie!
The first person who jumps on my new bed – or their new bed – will be sleeping on the porch.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what happened to my mattress I have now. Springs are shot.
Now I need a waterproof mattress pad. Because I don’t want anything to ever get on my new mattress. I know I have said no kids in my bed, but I also know, these little creatures that live in my home have a habit of crawling into my bed in the middle of the night. Though, I couldn’t get into this bed easily without jumping a little. Don’t know how they will do it. Would it be cruel to sit and laugh as they try to get into my bed and can’t? Maybe a little. If I know my children, they will find a way.
weight loss stories – I’ve got one. On Wednesday, I’m gonna get rid of about 150 lb in extra weight. That’s got to be how much my old mattresses weigh, if not more. I am hoping to find my engagement ring when we move the bed out. I took it off in my sleep one night along with my other ones. Found my wedding band, but not my other one. I cried.
Jordan was a tad upset that he didn’t get a new bed. Jordan’s the only one in our family who has got a new mattress. Not new to him. New. And his bunk beds were new also. He didn’t like them though. He wanted the loft bed so he had more room for his stuff. We took the mattress from the bunk bed, put it on his loft bed and he was happy. We told him that we’d paint his loft bed so it looked new. He wants it to be camouflage. Because you know they sell camouflage paint. I’m kind of a smart a** aren’t I? We’re going to buy some army green paint, then sponge black and brown on it. Make it look camouflage.
I mentioned the kids’ soccer games in my post yesterday. I’ll do the pictures from Kat’s game tomorrow, but I had to share that she made her first goal of the season Saturday! Last year she got her first and only goal in the last game. Saturday morning she said, I want to make a goal today. I made one goal last year. I want one today. I said, go for it.
The whole game goes by, she’s trying. I can see it. If you’ve ever watched 6 year olds playing soccer, you’ll know how difficult it is to make a goal when even your own teammates are trying to take the ball from you. There’s not a lot of working together at this point. It’s get the ball down the field and make a goal. The fastest one makes it. I talked to her before the game about not taking the ball away from her own teammates and she did do really good at that part. Though, some of her teammates’ parents should have had the same talk with their kids. 
Kat was really close a couple of times to getting it in, when one of the other girls on her team, who, I hate to say it, but I have to, tends to be a ball hog, would run over and take the ball from Kat. At the very end though, they were in front of the other teams’ goal, somehow the ball ended up right in front of Katiana, she kicked it. GOAL!!!! I was all, did she just make that? Was that Kat’s foot the ball went off of? I think she felt the same way. She stopped. Looked around. Then got this huge smile on her face! Looked over and started waving at Pato and I, did you see it? Did you see it? Yes, we saw it!!!!
She got hurt too. She collided with another girl and down she went. The other girl then fell on Kat’s face. Game stopped. Kat’s crying. The coach is trying to console her. I went out to her. The coach was asking if she wanted to keep playing or take a break? She wanted to keep playing but couldn’t stop crying. I said, let’s hug it off. Then you can go play. Her coach is all, excellent idea! So, I gave her a big hug, made sure she was ok, and back out she went.
After the game, she had some dried blood under her nose. It must have started bleeding after I walked off the field because it wasn’t there when I was hugging her.
Jordan’s game was exciting too. I got there a few minutes after it started. His dad had taken him to the game. As I pull in, I saw Jordan walking to the bathrooms. His dad came up to me and said the ref wouldn’t let him play. They had put a band-aid over his earring. But, the rule is, no jewelry on the field. The ref wouldn’t have even noticed, but one of his teammates ratted him out. The ref is all, turn around, foot up, let’s see you’re cleats. Then he went through the list of non-allowables. One of our kids said, Jordan’s got an earring in, but he has a bandaid over it, so he’s good. The ref said, no. Not my rule, I’m not saying you can’t wear an earring. The club says you can’t wear it while playing. Jordan was traumatized. He thought it would close up if he took it out. I think it’s been almost 6 weeks since he got it though. He came up, looked like he might cry. I said, just take it out. I can’t mom. Dude, you can. Take it out, we’ll wash it and put it back in after the game. He took it out and mosied off to the game. I was yelling at him to run. I have gotten so frustrated with Jordan’s lack of speed lately. Everything is done in the slowest way possible.
Because he was late getting back to the field, he didn’t get to play goalie, the goalie was already in the game. And may I say, Kyle kicked some butt yesterday. He didn’t let one goal go by him. I’ve never seen him play goalie before, and I was a tad on the impressed side.
Jordan got to play defender, or the position that I call fullback. I played that position. It’s always fun to say, you played my position today, on the rare occasion he’s not playing goalie.
That boy can run. He’s been fooling us or something. I have not seen Jordan move that quickly since, well, he first started playing soccer when he was 5. He was beating the other team to the ball. He was beating our team to the ball. He was blocking this way, blocking that way. Usually, if one of our team members is near him, he doesn’t put a lot of effort into getting to the ball anymore, because as he says, “I’m the slowest member of the team. No one passes to me anyway.” Well, if you moved like that in practice, they might pass it to you.
I was so proud of him. We won by like a million to nothing. Ok, it was more like 4 – zip, but it was awesome!!!
I was in a sad sad state on the sidelines though. I had a migraine (one of the reasons we were late getting there. I just couldn’t move to take a shower). I was wearing a pair of Pato’s sunglasses. Big huge ones that block all sunlight from getting in. Plus, the whole toosh thing that I am sure everyone is way tired of hearing about. I couldn’t sit on the ground, so I stood the whole game. Standing is better than sitting most of the time with this thing I have going on. Jordan would make an awesome save, and I’d start cheering because I couldn’t help myself. Then grab my head because it felt like my head was going to explode. Then he’d do something else, I’d I’d start bouncing on my feet. Shot of pain through the butt. Grab my butt. I’m sure I was quite the sight on the edge of the field. It was fun. Jordan played great and that’s what matters!
Today he says that his legs are killing him. He said that after the game also, his legs have been cramping up. I’m assuming that means he’s going through a growth spurt. They were bothering him for a couple of days before the game and playing as hard as he did probably just made it more noticeable. I’m 5’4” and Jordan is 11 and 10 inches shorter than me, so 4’6”? I think it’s time he had a spurt. There’s only one person on his team shorter than him. And he’s one of the shorter ones in his class. He’s a year older than all of them, because at the first school district we were in, he was in PreK when he would have gone to kindergarten. He wasn’t quite socially ready for kindergarten at 5. It was the best decision I have ever made for him. They don’t have that in our district now, so he would be in 5th grade if he had started in our district. Drives him crazy. Mom, they are all 10 and taller than me! It’s not fair. Hopefully he’ll shoot up.
I’m off to wash the dishes I neglected yesterday in my “I want to die” state.
Have a great day!
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