Today was another track meet.
I was incredibly proud of Crab. She's been practicing for track for a little over 2 months & has gained confidence. She started playing around on the hurdles DURING the last track meet & had her coach put her into competition today. She came in THIRD!!!
Yell was disgusted with herself. Apparently she wasn't pacing herself properly and came in ONE SECOND behind her previous one mile time.
I realize that's a lot of time when you're looking at racing times. I realize it's significant when you're looking at her total time.
But people - one second. It's not a MONSTER FREAKING DEAL.
But apparently it was. And is. To her. She was meaner than all get out for the rest of the day.
Rawr. With teeth. And claws. And sharp fingernails.
So our comedic moment came while I was dealing with entering the kids' times. I was nominated by my husband to do data entry. I have a weird habit of typing things in the most efficient way possible. So while 'bored' at work, I taught myself to enter 10-key.
Yup. I'm an idiot.
Our spreadsheet had some errors in it. I don't know how it happened. Since I know 10-key, I kind of watch myself as I enter the info. So I just glanced at the screen and saw that a 4th grade girl had just run in a 7/8 grade event.
Checked the list of participants, called the kid to the score table, verified their info, gave them a new number, continued down the list of entries.
And it happened again. Called kid to the score table, verified their info, gave them a new number, continued down the list.
And then it happened AGAIN. But as I was looking down the list of runners, I noticed that I wasn't getting everyone who had run during the past three meets.
Call in "Mr. Baker". Scott is the guy who created our spreadsheet. But "Mr. Baker" is the guy who is a techno-geek who I know is nearby. Scott is at yonder pit with kids hurling large metal balls into the air while competing for distance. I'm staying away from that guy.
I yelled, "Hey, Yell, Crab, whoever you are (I know, it's weird, sometimes I can't tell my non-identical twins apart), go get Mr. Baker!"
The kid turns around (it was Yell), and says, "WHO?!?"
"Mr. Baker - he's out by the scoring stuff. I need him right away."
"Mr. Baker....that kid's dad!" and pointed to a little guy who was wearing a fireman's jacket/raincoat.
"Oh. You mean Cooper's dad?"
Later, a mom came up to the table and asked if anyone has seen Yellybird.
I said, "yes, but she's asleep in her car."
The mom says, 'Oh, well has anyone seen her dad?'
I said, "Well, yes, but he left for a business trip."
The mom then said, "Oh, you're Yelly's mom?"
"Oh. Hi Yelly's mom. I have her earrings!"
So there you have it.
Life has been simplified. We are our children's parents. That is all.