Today is going to be LONG.
I am up at five to work on my online class and my other adjunct class. Before the kids get up, I have to exercise, too. And then we all have to leave the house by like 9:45 for a presentation I am making to parents of incoming freshmen. And then! You'd think I would just bide my time until bedtime and crash when the kids do, right? WRONG because I have a fancy GNO for a friend's birthday. (A highlight, to be sure). But still-- the path from here to the finish line seems arduous.
Swim lessons this morning-- 65 and windy-- yikes!
Now I am not a total idiot. I can hep a kid hold a bat and shout encouragements and stand in the field reminding the kids where to throw the ball for each batter (not that they are EVER going to get a forced out anyway you guys), but did I like it? NO I DO NOT. Especially because 4 and 5 year-olds are not excellent listeners. I was literally hoarse after the game because I kept screaming "Good job! Now throw it to first! First base! Throw it to first! JUST THROW THE BALL TO FIRST-- Never mind, Next batter! Be ready for the next batter, guys! Forced out at first or second!"
And the moms! Were kind of judgey and pushy about where their kids played which ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Kids don't play real sports until they're 11. I know this because I have an 11-year-old for whom whit just this year got real. CHILL OUT WITH YOUR PRESCHOOLERS, world.
Anyway, I have to miss the last game for my GNO, but don't worry! The whole fam-damily is driving 30+ minutes for Jack's game on Thursday night. And then! We are baseball-free!! Until next month when we start to juggle two Little League fall balls and at least one, but possibly up to THREE, flag footballs. LIVING THE SPORT LITTLE DREAM, my friends.