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Reining in the Mama Beast

Daughter's team is playing in DePaul this weekend. And also at Notre Dame.

For many reasons, none of which seem solid to me right now,  I'm not going to see her play.

But G. G. and his Mom are. G.G.'s fam is from that area of the world, so they'll be staying in a hotel one night and with relatives the next, so it's convenient and then his Mom is going to some kind of a reunion one night so G.G. may be able to hang with our girl a little then, too, which is a bonus. He misses his girl. And she misses her Dad.

So, G. G. and Mominlaw are super excited about seeing the girl play. She's strengthening and focusing herself on the field and getting more minutes and all is well. And she loves it when her Dad watches her play..she always has.

While I may not be there in body, I will most certainly be there in spirit. Which means I'm sending a goodie bag for the girl, some stuff she's requested, some I found and will be a surprise. Mostly it'll be some fun stuff for her to discover and know that the home team is sending their very best. And hand delivering some love.

I admit, I had to stop when I was shopping. There is so much fun stuff to get for one's daughter who now has a small kitchen in her apartment, so much. In fact, I may have ruptured something inside stopping when I did, because my natural inclination was to buy matching EVERYTHING..towels, dishcloths, utensils, you name it...

Ahem.

Anyhoo, G.G. and Mominlaw are flying out at some ungodly hour on Friday morning, and I'll be doing my level best to not question the rational decision for me to stay here for this one, mostly since I've been able to visit her at school (last year) and see a game already. And G.G. hasn't.

But I think we all know me well enough to know Princess Mama would really like to be there. For a ginormous hug. And dinners out. And just to see for myself once again that my girl is faring well.

Right now I have no earthly idea what I'm going to do with myself for the weekend, but I'm pretty sure there will be yoga, and jogs, and movies and so on and so forth. And maybe a pedi. And a mani.

And maybe, just maybe, my friend KS will get a wild hair up her butt and accept my invite to come hang with me for the entire weekend for the first time since before we got married and had babies.

Now THAT would be fun.

Just sayin'.

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