One of these days it's going to have to be all about me

This past weekend was mighty busy for certain moms, which is to say, my kids' mom. And it all centered around the kids. So what else is new?

Friday afternoon, Daredevil called me at work.

Daredevil: Hey, Mom, what ya doon? [He says this with something that might be a brogue; hard to tell.]

Me: Working. How 'bout you?

Daredevil: Hey, Mom, you know that public library on Main Street?

Me: You mean the one a couple of blocks from here? It's on 10th Street, but yeah, I know it. Why?

Daredevil: Can you take me there tonight? The new Escapist video is premiering there tonight.

[Note: Escapist is the local skateboard Mecca, complete with its own skate team--heroes all. They have several videos out, exhibiting the team members' mad skateboard skills and death-defying exploits. It hurts just to watch them.]

Me: What time?

Daredevil: Dunno. Maybe 5:00.

Me: Okay, you know I don't leave here until 4:30. No way can we be back here by 5:00.

And so it goes. As it turns out, the premier began at 7:00 and it wasn't at the branch on 10th Street--it was at the one on 48th and Main. This required some planning to figure out how to get there from where we live without getting lost or being late. Oh, and it cost me five bucks, too. Lucky for me parking was free.

So while Daredevil and a couple of his buddies (who rode with us, naturally) checked out the new skate video, I spent a couple of hours hanging around in the library, checked out two books, and read for a while. Not really my idea of a hoppin' Friday night, but then I'm just a mom. Not supposed to hop any more, I guess.

Saturday morning it was Drama Princess' turn. She had to be at the Truman Library in Independence by 8:00 that morning, to register for her participation in National History Day events.

Normally, this would be about a 15-minute drive, tops. But we got a couple of inches of snow overnight, and it was still snowing when we left the house. By some miracle, I got her there on time and with no driving mishaps, but then I had to go home, shower and dress, and return to the Truman Library to see her performance.

That time, I didn't make it. The roads were considerably worse than they had been the first time out, and once I arrived I couldn't find the room she was in. But after their performance, I hung around with her and her friends and their moms (and one dad and one little brother), went to lunch with them, returned to the Library and looked at the exhibits (which are pretty darn cool for all you history enthusiasts out there), and finally came the time for the awards ceremony. By the time that was over, it was well after 4:00. Kiss that day good-bye.

Meanwhile, my house was a wreck, the grocery shopping hadn't been done, I had at least six loads of laundry awaiting my attention . . . the list goes on and on. To say nothing of the fact that I didn't see much of His Nibs at all! Something's gotta give.

This coming weekend we will celebrate Daredevil's birthday. That's Saturday. Sunday is church, and then the rest of the day is all mine. And I dare anything to try to stop me! Including the weather. His Nibs is another matter.