gus and his best friend george
i picked up gus at school today and was met by his teacher--gus did not have a stellar day in class at all. so, in order to relax and try and talk to him a little, we all went to the aquarium and botanical gardens for the rest of the afternoon. we had a relaxing, enjoyable walk through the aquarium, we tried to teach sophie what fish are, and we all just hung out and had a lovely time. on the way home, rich called and said, "are y'all on your way to hockey?" and i thought, ummm, hockey? and then i remembered that today was picture day for the hockey team.
so i got gus home, dressed, and on his way to hockey in record time--it was impressive--but had made the mistake of telling him we were running late for the pictures. so i heard, "are we going to make it? are you sure we're going to make it? am i going to miss the team photo? i really don't want to miss the team photo" about a dozen times until sophie started screaming at the top of her lungs and then those questions were alternated with, "i think sophie is hurting my hearing. am i going deaf? are you sure i'm not going deaf? i'm pretty sure i'm going deaf..." and keep in mind it takes about 30 minutes to get to the rink from our house...so it was a stressful drive.
anyway, we get there ON TIME--sophie is still screaming--and i decided that sophie would be just fine in the car crying herself into a frenzy for a while, so i left her and ran off inside the rink with gus. we get inside, i madly struggle to get his skates on, and we are about 10 feet from where the photographer is setting up the other players on the ice to take the team picture. i always have trouble with his skates--i just don't have the hand strength you need to get those suckers on tight enough, so i am fighting with the laces all the while trying not to knock gus unconcious because i am jostling him around so much, then i hear it:
"one, two, three ICE BREAKERS! again, one two, three ICE BREAKERS!" the f-ing fat ass photographer took the picture. and a backup. i can't even believe it. i'm looking at the guy in total disbelief--i know he can see me and i'm thinking surely he'll spend a few extra seconds and pennies on film and let gus be in the picture. so i grab gus, try and hurl him over the penalty box wall onto the ice (his skates are on by now, but i'm basically scaring the hell out of him), and fat ass tells the other boys good job and lets them all skate off in 50 different directions. i am furious and yelling, "hey. HEY. HEY!!!" to the photographer who is doing the equivalent of putting his fingers in his ears and going LALALALA just totally ignoring me, and at that moment i almost jumped onto the ice and beat this guy with his own camera. or mine. whatever.
then i remembered, not that this would be morally and legally wrong, not that gus would be completely scarred by such an outburst from his horrible mom, but that all this time i have left sophie in the car by herself...
...although she didn't look like this
don't you ever do the dishes?
happy sophie!
she is way cute when she sleeps
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