After dropping off the cookies at my son's school yesterday I had a little less than two hours to go a buy some baseball pants for tonight's game. In most areas you would say that's not problem but where we live it takes forty five minutes to get to the closest super store, thirty if you speed. And yes, I was speeding like I was in the Indy 500. I got to the store in plenty of time and ran straight for the baseball pants, grabed the ones I needed and checked right out. When I got to the car I realized that me being the idiot that I can be, grabbed the wrong color. So I flew back in and had to wait in the customer service lin for like 20 minutes just to be told that from now on for an exchange, I don't have to stand in line. I wanted to scream "thank you for having me wait behinfd these twenty people just to tell me this," but I didn't.
So I flew back to his school in plenty of time, even enough time to go get my hair cut.
We went home for forty five minutes. I fixed him a diner of low fat refried beans, mozzerella, and baked totilla chips, yum yum. Then we rushed out the door for our busy night of karate and baseball. Little did I know...
I'm IRISH and claim every little drop of it no matter how small the amount is. My St. Paddy's Day has been interesting but what day is not. It started out with us running late for school as usual but today we actually made it on time. On the way to drop my son off at his school he told me that he told his teacher that I make the best green cookies and that he was sure that I would make some. So I rushed home and made 4 dozen four leaf clover cookies from scratch without a cookie cutter. While I did this I also made a handout for a project they are doing next Friday. I finaly got them by the school about noon. He asked how I got them there so quickly, his teacher said I was a super mom and he agreed. More of this adventure tomorrow I'm watching karate.
Out of my group of close net girlfriends I am the only single one yet they all ask me for marriage advice. I have never been married and probably never will and I am also the youngest in our lovely group. I love my girls but at times I want to scream "wake up, you're not perfect and your husband is not perfect. If you didn't know this when you married him then you should not have married him!" No man is perfect but they chose their beds now they have to lie in them preferably with their husbands. We are all screwed up in one way or another. I use to want to get married but hanging out with my girls really makes me question this. Why can't people commit any more?
So I will admit it, I am a horder a.k.a a pack rat. I hate cleaning and have poems and drawing that I did in high school. I am very sentimental but if you ask me where my precious keepsakes are I probably could not tell you. I loose things on a daily basis and I alos forget where I put my head half of the time. This being said, yesterday at karate a girlfriend of mine said she was reading her friend's blog about how she is getting rid of forty bags of trash in forty days. Well I am taking on this challenge as well and am hoping to declutter my life a little. I think I am going to dy fifty bag in fifth days though. I just think it sounds better. So today I cleared out one bag of trash from my car and took four bags of clothes to a thrift store. After clearing out five bags already, Icon't believe fifty bags will be that hard for me. So here is to decluttering, now all I have is forty-five bags to go!
Last night I was crowned assistant coach for my son's baseball team. First off I am sore as all get out BUT I've been saying I need to get in shape and since my weightwatchers calculator is no longer broken, it's time I get back on track. But how am I going to get these little girls to be able to throw further than two feet in front of them? Not only are my girls only throwing a few feet but it is usually in the opposite direction. Also half my team is striking out. I know I sound harsh but in my small town, sports are a big deal. I hate to tell the coach, but right now we are going to get killed.
I am studying drills and hints on coaching sites that I didn't even know existed and I might be holding a practice next Thursday all by myself. Yes, I am scared to say the least but I see this as a stepping stone into the world of teaching (which is what I am trying to brake into). It's a challenge for me and don't we all need to be challenged? Well I am going to get back to studying but if you have hints or tips please, please, please let me know.
So yesterday I finished up a four night stretch. Yay. It's hard being a single parent who works twelve hour night shifts. It was the first time I had ever done four in a row and hopefully the last. I saw my son maybe a total of four hours all weekned. The one night I was getting off early so I could get some extra rest, I fell and banged up my knee. I ended up having to go to the E.R. and spending about three hours there. That night ended up not being to short. It was an interesting weekend to say the least. Last night was a good night though. I helped my son's coach out on the field and am now trying to learn how to teach little girls how to aim and throw a baseball, who knew it was so hard. Life is an adventure and I would like to meet whoever said that being a parent is boring.
In Florida there is being a bill presented about parents recieving report cards on how they are doing as a parent and I believe Georgia is doing the same. The report card grades on things like is your child getting enough sleep, is your child hungary in the morning, does your child have their homework completed on time, and stuff like that. I'm in favor of these report cards because, yes our teachers are teachers for a reason, but we are supposed to be a team. My child is my resposibility first and foremost and I take great pride in that. So I say teachers bring it because the only parents I can see having a problem with this are those that are not truly being a parent.
On Friday my son's teacher asked for prayer request (he goes to a christian school) from the children. After a few of the children spoke up my son asked for his class to pray for his M.J. because she was losing her mind. The class prayed for her and asked the Lord to please help his Grandmother. regain her memory and to make this time easier for our family. Well, my son jerked up his hand after the prayer and told his teacher that she was wrong and it was not his Grandmother who was losing her mind but it was his Grandfather's mother. It was hilarious to me and my girlfriends and will continue to put a smile on my face for days to come.
Yes, the school year is coming to a close, only three more months. Baseball season just started last night, so now we are juggling karate twice a week and a five day baseball schedule. Yes, I love this time of year when everyone questions my sanity for allowing my eight year old to have such a hectic schedule. My answer is always, but he makes strait A's. I usually love baseball season so much more than soccer season but this year it seems off. This is my son's second year of playing machine pitch and it's also his last, because next year he moves to the little league. However, if I am not mistaken, and I will confirm tonight, my son is also the only second year player on the team. This means the coach will be explaining to all the other children how to cover bases and to hit a moving ball and all the other fundamentals they did not learn in tee ball. My child will not have the adequate coaching he will need to fine tune his skills this year. I feel like next year he will be thrown to the wolves and left defensless. Last year our coach was great but he had no one to help as an assistant coach. This year, not only do we have a coach with no help but it's his first time coaching machine pitch and our whole team is full of beginers. I want my son to be more aggressive about the game, but it's not going to happen with this team. I have helped in the past when I could, but a lot of male coaches don't want a girl's help. I think I am going to try to get him on another team. I already have the reputation of being the loud aggressive mom so now I'm proving them right! Aggravating!
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