Why MY Life is Officially O.V.E.R.

I tried to fight it, folks.  I tried to talk sweet hubs out of the idea.  I tried to enroll T in other activities that were not so time-intensive.  I tried to delay the inevitable for yet another year. 

I was unsuccessful.

How could I say "no" to my little man?  How could I stand in the way of one of hubs' dreams coming true?  How could I not sign him up when I watched hubs' eyes light up when he talked about sharing that moment with his son? 

I'm a sucker.

Yes, guys, I have now watched MY life disappear.  I have watched my free time, if I even had any, dissipate.  I have seen my planner fill up to the brim...with BASEBALL. 

ugh.

My boy is no longer a sweet, loving, dependent baby.  I am no longer just his caretaker.  I have now become his official cheering section...for the next 13.5 years.  ::insert scream here::

Don't get me wrong, I want my darling boy to be a part of a team.  I want him to experience lots of different sports.  I want to raise an athlete.  Both hubs and I played, loved and got a lot out of organized sports.  I guess I just didn't realize the commitment we would have to make for a little boy on his first ever pitch baseball team.  I was shocked.  I started to panic, then I got a bit sad.  I know it's selfish.  Shame on me.  But I can't even imagine spending EVERY.SINGLE.FRIDAY.NIGHT until the middle of June sitting at a baseball field.  Not once a week, folks...twice...twice a week...for games!  This isn't even counting practices. 

I'm not saying that we have this stellar social life...quite the opposite actually...but that "down-time" is ours.  We can spend some quality family time together.  Friday nights are my favorite.  We have been doing dinner and movie nights for a while now, and I really look forward to it.  Just like that...it's gone. 

Now, I have to begin to imagine myself holding our squirmy almost 1-year-old daughter for God knows how long, while I hope T remembers what base to run to next.  I pray that my measly 1 (sometimes 2) times a week I go to the gym will not become zero.  I hope I won't resort to eating hot dogs and red ropes at the park as part as my normal diet.  ::eek::

But how can I say no to this boy?!? 

I can't.  period. 
And so it begins...