Haven't written about the kids in a while...

Well, last night my daughter had a Christmas music concert at her school. Throughout the day I had been contemplating the idea that with 2 children, and with them being so far apart in age, and the fact that there is only one of me; one of them is often going without my attention. Not that they need my constant attention, but one of them can have me so captive that I do find myself missing the opportunity to fill the needs of the other. Anyways, yesterday my daughter comes home from school and starts going on in a very dramatic manner about some boy on the bus. You know what? This boy on the bus has asked out at least 5 different girls and they have all said no because he is so weird. Then he has the nerve to sit next to her on the bus and ask her. When she says no he refuses to leave the seat next to her and, "Oh my goodness!" Drama, drama, drama. Where did this girl get it from? I know it's not from me....
So last night we are walking up to the concert at my daughter's school. I dread these things. Not because they suck, but because I always have to go alone, which can be slightly intimidating. Also because the age difference between my children makes this type of task a challenge. This particular night though, my brother said he would meet us there to support my daughter in her ventures. That's my baby brother; he's such a sweetie :) The way I see it is that if I need to take the little guy out to the lobby when he gets restless, my little brother will still be there rooting my daughter on. This way she won't feel that he is robbing her spotlight.
We're walking through the parking lot and my daughter begins complaining about the sprinkling rain. Oh my goodness, we hate getting wet! It must be the worst thing in the world; right up there with cleaning out the cat box or taking out the trash. Geesh. She's rattling on and I look over at my son who is wearing his monster rain boots. That is they have scales down the back and eyes and nostrils at the front. He is stomping through every puddle he can find, cheering all the way and exhilarated about the rain! My 2 children; they couldn't be any more different.
Once in my daughter is singing and my son has to potty. We take care of business and go back to watch. I can tell by looking at him that my son hasn't recognized his sister up on stage yet. I wondered when he picked her out of the crowd, how loud he would become in his excitement. It didn't take long. I thought he restrained himself fairly well, until my daughter told me later that she had heard him shout her name when she was on stage. Shortly after he became agitated. When would it be his turn to sing on stage? I finally nudged my brother when my son was practically doing somersaults in his chair. I told him we were going out to the lobby for the remainder of the concert. About that time I hear a noise that makes my breath catch in my throat and I look up in time to see my coffee go streaming down the stadium seating floor of the auditorium. I heard the lid, but all I could find was my cup. FML. Dear Lord, get me out of here before I have to make any eye-contact with any members of the audience, please.
Although my son can be fairly entertaining, the rest of the evening was uneventful by his standards.
Today however, I must have been in the other room, because when I walked into the kitchen what did I see, but the $175 DKNY cardigan I had just worn for the first and only time 2 nights before; shredded with my sewing shears. FML. Alright, so no, I didn't pay $175 for the damn cardigan, only $19 on markdown. However, that's besides the point!
Just a day in the life.....