I'm a Deer Widow

Andrew left for his week-long hunting trip yesterday morning. It'll go by pretty fast since I'm busy like crazy this week. Two exams, helping teach the Archery class on Monday night, working in Cora's class for a bit, eating lunch with Sarah Wednesday, Andrew's sister and husband are coming into town on Thursday. WORLD SERIES!!!! Bummer that my Tigers lost game one. That's alright, though...they're gonna STOMP some serious butt in the next three games...RIGHT???? Right!!!

We spent yesterday at the bow club. I helped in the kitchen and out on the line with the kids. That's so fun! Those kids are so cute! Some listen, and some don't. It's frustrating because a lot of parents don't really understand the mechanics and technical aspects of archery. They expect their kids to shoot bullseyes with this bow they bought at a garage sale with no site or correct set up. All we can do is try to teach them correct form, and hope the parents invest in better equipment. The kids start out at 5 yards, and when they shoot a certain score, they can move back to 10 yards, etc. Cora's at 15 yards already, and it was the second week. She and one other boy (about 14 years old) were shooting from 15 yards. It was so funny to hear the buzz around the room when my 7 year old got up to shoot. Everyone was amazed. I'm a mean mommy, though. The rule is that if a kid forgets to get their arrows out of the target, they have to do the chicken dance to get them back. It's supposed to be a fun thing. Cora forgot her arrows, so I gave them to John to call her to get them back. The poor kid started crying. Guess who had to do the chicken dance for making their daughter cry? You guessed it. Me. Funny stuff. But she didn't forget her arrows again!