Jack’s in baseball again. We’ve decided to go ahead and enroll him for the spring, even though I can’t imagine how I’m going to handle getting him there. I’ll work it out.
We had a TWO HOUR PRACTICE TODAY OH MY GOD. Two hours is a long time. The Professor is out of town (we got Mardi Gras “off” but karma couldn’t let us have a break so he had to be out this Saturday). So I had to schlepp all three kids to a practice that I thought would be fifty minutes, tops. Soooooo not prepared for a two hour entertain-the-littles session.
I bought some time with cell phone games and hikes around the track pushing Craig in the stroller. He took a ten minute nap and is currently upstairs holding his ground on making any addition to that time (i.e. screaming in his crib, but ten minutes is not enough minutes, especially for a monkey who got his little self up at 5 am, and go ahead and scream, buddy, I got time). Liam got antsy, then about three minutes before practice was over he suddenly absolutely had to go potty right that minute. I picked up the stroller with sleeping Craig in it and carried it in my arms over a gravel road towards the closer bathrooms – which were locked OF COURSE THEY WERE LOCKED. So I hauled baby a little further to the far away bathrooms, which were not locked – and prayed that everybody didn’t just leave Jack behind in the chaos of one team leaving the field and the next one coming.
We all survived. It ran too long, for all of us (Jack was seriously falling apart and losing focus by the end). Also none of the other parents (who already knew each other) let me hop in the conversation, but whatevs. I’ll crowbar in there eventually. Maybe. However, all these complaints aside it was kind of cool. I like the sport thing. They ran a lot of good drills, really working on the kids’ form, and heck of those kids didn’t really improve in the course of two hours. They’re learning skills, discipline, teamwork, and making friends, and the coaches are really pretty perfect – just the right amount of “pushing the kids hard” vs. “they’re just kids, give ’em a break.” Jack is literally 5 days older than the cut-off for age, so he’s the youngest kid out there – some kids are 2 years older than him.
I like getting out of the house. I like watching Jack be awesome. I slightly less like watching Jack fall apart in the last half hour and collapse in tears once or twice, and then pretend his bat is a machine gun and “shoot” everybody else when he’s supposed to be practicing his swing. I liked that I gave my phone up to Liam to play on this coloring app I have – I couldn’t surf the internet or facebook. it was enforced boredom, which I never get anymore and is good for the soul and mind and spirit.
This is a boring entry. Basically, as much trouble as it can be, I like taking the kids to sports, though I will be happier when Liam is in baseball next year, too. The End.