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.
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...