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THE Mommy
So…wondering how my first day of softball went?
Let’s see...I left the dog outside when I left the house. He was on the back porch whining when my husband returned 2 ½ hours later.
I left the light and fan running in a bathroom. Not a huge crime, but not like me.
I put the ham and cheese “away” into the bread drawer instead of the fridge.
I dropped my kids off with my husband and their faces were dirty still from lunch.
There were more minor signs that I’ve already lost my mind…my husband literally had a list when I got home. He was wondering if I was OK.
I was a bit defensive at first, but as the list rattled on, I could do nothing but laugh hysterically. I lost it with the ham in the bread drawer.
I swear I would have lost my head if it wasn’t attached yesterday. Today, not much better. I'm trying to be more careful though. This is going to be one hell of a season!
In my defense…I think I would be fine if we weren’t throwing this trip to Aruba in the mix during the first week of tryouts. It’s set me over the edge. Not that I’m complaining, because I SO want to go to Aruba. BUT, there’s a certain amount of stress planning to take 2 small kids out of the country for 5 days…especially since I’m leaving a day before Princess and she needs to have everything ready for my MIL to take her to school.
I leave the house with BamBam at 3:30 AM tomorrow. We’re supposed to get another snow storm starting around 5ish. Agh!
Wish me luck. Hope I don’t forget BamBam at the airport.
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Softball tryouts begin tonight. My life is about to get Crazy for the next 10 weeks. Yep, that’s with a capital C.
I love high school softball. I especially love coaching at my old high school. It was so rewarding to help win the first softball state championship in the history of the school last season. We won on a Saturday, the day before graduation. They would typically have a pep rally in the team’s honor, but in light of the timing, they invited us to march into graduation and present the plaque to the school on stage, in front of thousands of students, friends and family.
It was an awesome experience. Something I will never forget. While we were waiting for the ceremony to start, I remember hearing the chorus warm up singing the Rent song, Seasons of Love. They had amazing voices and it despite being a non-sentimental person, it brought tears to my eyes. Still does. Interesting how hearing a song can take you back in time.
SO, we heard Seasons of Love in the car on the way to school this morning. Princess asked me what it was about. She’s my little diva, very into singing. I told her that it talks about ways to measure one year…like all the days between her 5th birthday and her 6th birthday. There are 525,600 minutes.
Princess: I love this song, Mommy.
Me too, bug.
Princess: This reminds you of softball, doesn’t it, Mommy?
Yes, that was a very special day for Mommy and her girls.
Princess: And softball starts again tonight. It’s been a whole year. Just like the song.
Yes, it has. You’re a smart little cookie.
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How do you measure a year?
In poopie diapers, in teeth cut, in clothes outgrown, in cold cups of coffee, in inches, in new words…
