Everything gets planned for Saturday mornings. It’s been bothering me a lot.
Mister has a Seminary meeting to go to (They don’t want him to ever sleep in!). He was out the door at 7:00.
York has a basketball game to go to at 8 am
India has a color guard competition and has to meet the bus at 8 am (aren’t you glad that I learned the proper name and don’t call it flag twirling anymore?)
Normally the three oldest have Kung Fu on Saturday mornings. I’ve changed it during church basketball season to Monday nights (do you hear that church leaders? We are doing it on Monday nights–Family Home Evening night–because you insist on stealing my children on Saturdays too. So take that!)
Speaking of Kung Fu, have you seen the new Karate Kid preview? It stars Will Smith’s son who goes to China and meets the wise old Jackie Chan who teaches him a bunch of sweet moves. I’m just guessing here but since it’s in China wouldn’t that not be Karate? It would be Kung Fu, right? (which is only what cheesy Americans call it. My kids are pretty sick of me singing “everybody was Kung Fu fighting” on the way to and from lessons. Those in the know call it Wushu. But if you tell people that your kids take Wushu they give you a really blank look.)
Mmm-kay. Back to the important topic: I’m pretty pissed about having to wreck a perfectly lazy Saturday morning by getting up and driving people places. Isn’t it bad enough that we have 9 am church? And what’s so wrong with Saturday afternoons anyway? Oh wait, that’s the time I run the birthday party gauntlet.