Friday, April 6, 2012

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. 

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'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...


  1. so sorry. i remember having to go to my little brother's baseball practices and games. it was miserable.
    i hope my daughter is cool doing warm weather sports and ballet. this mama does not enjoy the cold!

  2. ...and so it begins! Our weekends no longer belong to us ,,,,, Olivia is playing SAY soccer. Week 3 and I am just realizing what a commitment it is. Yikes.

  3. This is too funny. I remember all those weekends spent watching my little brother play sports. I'm definitely not looking forward to it.

  4. I know how you feel, but if he showed an interest I would do the same thing. My son did basketball. Got tired of it, but I hope he does it again next year. It really is a commitment though.


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