Baseball: spending infinite hours at the ballpark for love of son.
I came up with that definition last night as I was sitting at the
ballpark for hours. It was my way of
spinning the wheel of negativity in my head to something just a tiny bit more
positive. Just a little mind trick to
pull myself from the depths of self-pity with a reminder of why it is that I do
all that I do. And holy moly I do A LOT!
It’s been hard these last few months. I felt like I was running on empty since
about Easter. I knew life was going to
ramp up again, but I was appallingly unprepared for it.
My ex-husband got re-married.
I could write a whole book on
that subject. But I won’t. Because I don’t have time. And I don’t care. Well, that’s a lie. I do care.
But not for the reasons one might assume. Anyway, I’m glad to have that atrocious event
behind us. The kids have made a full
recovery.
Alex went to sixth grade camp.
It was a fantastic experience for him and his class. The fundraising debacle still has to be
sorted out. Things like that happen when
morons are encouraged to take a leadership role. Regardless, I haven’t paid a dime for his
camp costs. Guess the school is footing
the bill on that one. Especially since
the fundraising resulted in us owing more money than the actual camp costs. Hats off to the ring leader on making that
happen.
I got to go to camp as well.
It wasn’t near as bad as it could have been. The girls were well behaved and since I was
only there to supervise the overnight part, I was delighted when they were all
passed out by 10pm. I actually slept
pretty well and it wasn’t until later the next afternoon did my whole body go
into shock from sleeping on a paper thin mattress.
This weekend I am hosting both mother’s day and a birthday
party. Back to back. Because I am insane.
This is the part that I remind myself of the four reasons why I do
all I do. They are worth all of it.
