Hotel Rooms and Volleyball Moms

We had our first "real" tournament this weekend.

By "real", I mean we went out of town, and spent the night in a hotel with the whole team.

Thankfully, our "whole team" consists of eight 14 year old girls, but if you take into consideration their age and the proximity in which we carry ourselves in a 48 hour period, it feels more like 26 fourteen year old girls.

Ok, I'm kidding.

I've been around girls.  LOTS of girls for the last, well, 50 years.

And this group of 8, is pretty terrific.

For one thing, they are all focused on volleyball.  Most of them live, eat and breathe volleyball.  Sure, they are distracted by boys, and drama, and Ryan Gosling, but they all LOVE volleyball.

They took 5th this weekend in a 16 team tournament.

That ain't too shabby.

They had moments of BRILLIANCE.  When they finally understand that they can be JUST as GOOD as anyone out there, they are going to be unstoppable.  They have amazing servers, an amazing Libero, and that BLOCKER, well, she is just holy smokies good.

She got a shirt today that says  "iBlock".  

Get it?

We had all the girls in our room last night.  Apparently, we made the cut as the "cool" room.  Then they saw me in my pj's, and changed their minds.

We got them playing games, and had the notebook on in the background, and discussed Ryan Gosling's finer attributes and laughed, and coughed, and squealed and coughed some more, and tried to break each others ears being the loudest.

It was special.

Meanwhile the lovelies had a terrific time at their respite.  Cheri and her husband, Bart were so amazing to the kids, and LB fell out of top bunk, slipped down the stairs on his butt, scraped his knee, and faceplanted in the back yard on his chin.  His take, "Best fun".    He was in Boy Town Hog Heaven.  He never even gets the opportunity to have those kinds of things happen at our house.  Lovely did great, but she was happy to be home, back to her "mansion" here.

I feel the same way.

I feel so disconnected from reality, not being on facebook.  I still think in status updates, and when Lacey said something SOO funny yesterday (ok, several times), I had to repeat it like 12 times to pretend I had put it on facebook.  It's bad.

15 days.