Whoever said Sunday was a day of rest was obviously our of their mind; most times the day flies by without a chance to sit down and before I know it I'm in a state of depression that only the Red Sox can get me out of.
Today was no different; starting off with getting the boys ready for church. If you've ever tried to put shoes on a hummingbird, you understand how difficult this seemingly simple task can be. Did I mention Trot has learned a new word? No is now his favorite thing to say. Then it's off to church, rush home and eat lunch, and hope that Trot doesn't fall asleep with his face in his plate. If THAT happens, a 2 1/2 hour nap turns into 45 minutes.
Thankfully he stayed awake and once I got him down for the afternoon, I somehow convinced Rakes to lay down on the couch and watch the football game with me. He actually fell asleep for about an hour and a half and when we got up my shirt was soaked with sweat.
Or so I thought.
It was right around this point he came waddling out of the bathroom, pants around his ankles, and said in the sweetest voice you can imagine "I peed in my pants". My nice Sunday shirt needs about 3 new buttons 'cause that thing came off in a way that would make a Chippendale dancer green with envy.
Lastly, I watched the "60 Minutes" interview with Clemens while I read Rakes his bedtime stories. In between the adventures of Thomas the Train I heard the words "Hogwash", something about a 3rd ear growing out of his forehead and pulling a tractor with his teeth, and a lot of answering a question with a question. I don't KNOW whether he took PED's; I THINK he did, but that doesn't matter.
What amazes me is the way he's just flat out denying ever doing ANYTHING wrong. Bonds pleaded ignorance and the rest who've confessed have used the old "I only did it that one time" defense. Clemens is vehement in his denial, which either means he's innocent or he's digging his own grave. This is just one more black eye for the game I love, and that makes me more than a little sad; looking at your favorite players and wondering if they cheated to get where they are is not a fun way to watch the game.
All I know is when the highlight of your day is realizing your son peed all over you, you know tomorrow has gotta be better.
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