Spring Break is Over--Now Entering the Seventh Level of Hell

Tomorrow is the first day back to school. The kids are excited to see their friends and I'm excited because I get to start my gym routine again. The weather is steadily becoming more spring-like and things appear to be good. And then? Dum dum dum dum...I rember that little league baseball and t-ball season start for us this week! It is truly the seventh level of hell for me.

Here's where all you GOOD moms start throwing things at me and telling me how I just need to suck it up and love it because my children are doing it. Thanks, but I'm not buying it. I HATE baseball when my kids aren't playing it; it's only mildly better when I know the munchkins on the field. And I can tell you that 80% of the time at these games I'm going to be freezing, windblown, or burning my skin. Oh, yeah. It's big fun.

This is Max's third year of playing. He's practicing hard and is getting better. He's playing for The Patriots and his position is right or left field--I can't remember which. It's right behind first base. This is Wild Thing's first year and she's playing t-ball. Her coach let all the 4-6 yo girls on her team name the team. They named it (drumroll please!) ... The Superballers! Seriously. Is that or is that not hilarious?

The games start this week and each child has 2 games. For the math challenged like me, that's 4 games every week. Four times to fight 5:00 traffic. Four times to give my children crap for dinner instead of having a sit-down-family-style dinner. Four times to lug all our gear across all the fields (we ALWAYS play at the furthest field from the parking lot). Four times to to freeze, blow away, or burn. BIG FUN.