End of the seasons

It was a season-ender in every sense of the word. Given the schizophrenic Iowa weather these last few weeks, I'd say winter finally ended, and summer turned up the heat. Spring? We don't need no stinking spring!

The kids soccer season is also finally here, which is cause for celebration all around. The kids now have a free and clear summer vacation on their hands. That's nothing compared to Canada's and my relief from soccer shuttle duties. With four dollar gas, we'd have to tap into college funds to keep this going much longer!

I don't know what it is about the kids' on-field performances when their mother's out of town, but they were tearing up the pitch today. Riggen scored two goals, which lead to a couple cute comments, grins and a thumbs up at dad. Before that, Kate was up to her usual self as defender. Her ball handling skills really have improved, and she's much more into the games.

Did I mention it was hot as hell out there? I mowed the lawn this morning in record time, trying to beat the heat. But still managed to sweat profusely. Canada says she loves this weather. I think she needs to be checked into a facility for psychiatric evaluation. Give me late fall any day.

Canada says it's hot and humid in Kentucky, where she's managed to run every day when not grading those essays. Apparently, the food's also terrible, so she's excited about losing a couple pounds. Women.

With Kate at an overnighter, that leaves me and Riggen for a rare guys' night. Riggen's all excited to play video games, maybe tinker with some Lego, and watch a movie. He asked me earlier, "Dad, does this mean we get our own man cave?" Yes, son. Yes it does.

Counldn't come at a better time. I'm about shot from single parenthood after only a couple days. Worse, I have another longer stint as Mr. Mom in late June, when I'll be starting up the new MBA class to boot. All I have to do is make it to August 1, right? Then some real R&R.