5 Friday Favorites: June 15, 2018

Happy Friday, Friends. 

It's time for my Friday link up with A Little Bit of Everything, Grace and Love, and Momfessionals. 

For some reason I'm having trouble wrapping this week up into a tidy, numbered list, so I'm just gonna start blabbing at you.

It's been a lot. School ended this week and instead of just chilling out like the good Lord intended, I went ahead and made about 49 appointments for all of my people. This week I have either scheduled or attended appointments at an optometrist, a dentist, an orthodontist, a pediatrician, a physical therapist, an orthopaedic surgeon, a veterinarian and an oral surgeon.

Y'all. Summertime is so relaxing.

The bright light is that the doctor who is going to take Kyle's wisdom teeth out this summer looks like Bradley Cooper if I squint my eyes a little. Which is why when he asked if I had any questions at our consultation, I was really sad I couldn't come up with any because then he left and the highlight of our week of medical mania ended more abruptly than I had hoped. I plan to come up with a list of many inquiries before his procedure day.

In other news, on Wednesday Steve had a meniscus tear in his knee repaired only a few hours before he was set to coach Drew's baseball team in the Middle School Little League Championship game. This is otherwise known as FREAKIN' KNEE SURGERY. I just want to clear up any confusion there because then you'll know the specific brand of man I'm dealing with.

As they were prepping him for FREAKIN' KNEE SURGERY, he informed the nurses and anesthesiologist that he planned to coach the game that night. This resulted in no less than three different medical professionals coming out to the waiting room to tell me that my husband was being an idiot under no circumstances was my husband to coach that game, no matter what he said and that I had to take control of the situation. I, of course, had already had this conversation with my beloved idiot soulmate, so I was basically like this

I'm not saying I didn't try. I did. I pleaded and begged and called him names and rolled my eyes and did all the things that I'm sure marriage counselors across the nation suggest you do when dealing with conflicts in holy matrimony. The only thing that made me feel a little better is when I talked to a whole slew of my girlfriends who also happen to be wives - mostly baseball coach's wives - and when I said, "I mean. There are husbands who listen to their wives, right? There are some who would agree not to do this, right?" And they pretty much all said,

Well, I, at the very least, did my best to follow the advice. I told him as I carried the bucket of baseballs up to the dugout and he hobbled next to me on crutches to be sure to sit on a chair in the dugout and keep his foot elevated on the bucket. I reminded him that they had informed us that his decision making skills could still be compromised after having been under general anesthesia only four hours before the game. The print out of instructions they gave me specifically stated that he should not text, email or engage on social media in anyway for 24 hours. I just can't imagine why they didn't specifically include on that list, "Patient should not coach the 3rd baseline even if patient believes that everyone needs to relax and it'll be fine because a fungo bat is exactly the same as a cane."

In the end, none of those medical professionals showed up at the ballpark because if they had they would have looked me dead in the eye and said,

He coached 3rd base using a bat as a cane. He stretched his leg out in front of him while the kids were in the field. All of his 13 and 14 year old players banded together in an effort to keep me out of the dugout, so I sat angry and pouting with my arms crossed on the bleachers and then lo and behold, my number one favorite thing of the week happened even though I'm really mad about it.

1. Middle School Little League Champs

Those dadgum kids and that dadgum man and his dadgum assistant coaches went and won the dadgum championship game and everything was fine.

Y'all. Marriage is super easy.

2. This Kid is a Senior in High School

Again, it might be wrong to list this as a favorite because I'm kinda mad about it. Five minutes ago I bought him this Batman shirt at Target. I told him it was called a muscle shirt, so he thought that meant when he put it on he would suddenly be super strong. He went around that day trying to pick up all of our furniture,

but lifting up his chunky baby brother proved the most challenging feat.

We'll be planning for him to leave for college next year. What is happening?

3. Nobody Loves Me Like Jesus by Third Day

Next week Steve and I will be in Nashville to see one of our favorite bands, Third Day, on their Farewell Tour. This is one of my favorite songs off of their latest album. Especially this week when that whole in sickness and in health thing came into play. Oh, I kid. Kinda. ;-)

4. A Couple of Tweezerman Products I Like

Hey, Pre-Menopausal ladies? Are you finding the need to have tweezers stashed around in every place that you find the need to have reading glasses stashed around? Please don't tell me it's just me. I have tweezers in my purse, in my car, on my desk and stashed in various other places around the community because WHAT IS HAPPENING ON MY CHIN? Sweet Lord. Anyway, these slanted tip tweezers from Tweezerman are the very, very, very best and they come in cute colors which I suppose is meant to make us feel better about our hormonal issues. That's all I have to say about that.

Also, I have some eyelash news. Which is not the same as fake news. It appears that Lash Boost from Rodan and Fields is legit because after a couple of months of using it my eyelashes are absolutely longer. YAY! Something that actually does what it says it will do. It's a beauty product miracle! Anyway, my lashes are long enough now that sometimes they get kind of tangled up. (Oh the tragedy, right? Roll your eyes now. I get it.) I found this lash comb by Tweezerman which I think might be helpful for this dilemma. I'll report back.

5. My Very Own Red-Headed Johnny Cash

Lest you think that the Skinner Family is full of a bunch of One Trick Ponies, I will have you know that Drew took guitar this year which gave me all manner of joy. He really likes it and the best part is that the guitar teacher had them dress all in black for their Spring Concert which makes me feel like I have my very own Johnny Cash living in my house. I should be honest and tell you that Steve and I might or might not have been following a baseball game on Game Changer during the concert, but that's neither here nor there. The music program at our middle school is awesome and I'm so grateful for teachers that expand my boys' horizons. Unfortunately, they didn't play Folsom Prison Blues, but I'm not counting that out for a future performance.

Have a great weekend, friends! And if you're interested my writing is featured on a couple of other sites this week. Here and Here. Thanks for stopping by!

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