Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Living up to my tagline

Well, it is 6:20 a.m. and I've already dusted the ceiling fan and ceiling, gathered up the trash, cleaned the toilet and started updating my blog. Child No. 3 is still awake. Army of Dad told me she was awake when he kissed me goodbye about 5:45 a.m. So, I woke up shortly thereafter when I realized sleep was going to allude me. Started cleaning and hoping she'd go back to sleep. Guess I'll go bring her down after I get the trash out to the curb. So much for having a few moments for myself this morning.

Stayed up late again last night watching the Olympics. I think I'm addicted. Met some business publication colleagues (i.e. my friends) for dinner last night at the Marriott in Las Colinas. We walked by the bar on our way out to the car and the t.v. was on with the Olympics. I glanced up. "Oh, that is Loudy Tourky. She's probably going to win a medal." The two women with me - who do not share my Olympics passion - looked at me in disbelief. They turned to look just in time to notice the diver's name pop up on the screen. They just shook their heads. I can't help it. I love it. Wish I could remember what country Loudy is from. *shrug* The national pride is immense - regardless of what country you're from. I find myself yelling at the t.v. as I would if I were at the actual sporting event. It is so invigorating to cheer for my countrymen. I got to witness the pride of the Greeks last night, too. It was remarkable to see their national pride as one of their own won gold in the men's rings.

6:26 a.m. and child No. 2 is awake now.

I was able to instill a wee bit of Olympic interest in another friend of mine who has absolutely zero interest in sports overall. We had him over for dinner Saturday night and I was like a mad-woman clicking from the Cowboys game to the Olympics. Army of Dad and I did get R. interested in some of the competitions when he realized that women would be in swimsuits for diving, two-piece swimsuits for women's volleyball and tight little running outfits for track events. Hey, gotta find some way to pull in the audience. Right?

Cries of mommy are now coming from upstairs. I'm on mom duty now. The trash will have to wait for a bit.


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