So Baseball has started to consume every waking minute of our lives.. Monday and Wednesday's Brad has games, when they are on our home field it doesn't seem to be a big deal but last night was our first "away" game and since we live pretty much in the middle of no where, pretty much ANY "away" game is like forever.. (ok i'm stretching the truth slightly) so we are racing the kids are bickering in the back seat i get to the end of my roap and insist that Hunter get out of my car and go back inside (obviously we hadn't left yet) he wasn't going to the game he's crying i'm not showing the best side of mother hood, i go in to tell Ben Hunter's not going and he's in trouble to no video games, i go back out to the car to find KayLea balling.. she now says if Hunter doesn't go no one will be able to take her to the playground (an aside.. we don't even know at this point if there IS a playground at this field) it's a mess and at that point i nearly threw my hands in the air and said NO BASEBALL FOR THE FOX'S.. but no no we made a commitment so Ben convenced me to give Hunter another chance.. (he by the way had to leave for work earlier than he usually does so thats why he wasn't coming he had to get at least a few hours of sleep)... and Hunter ended up being a good help taking KayLea to the playground (guess her tears were warrented).. so if this is what the next month is going to be like I"M NOT HAPPY!!!... Hunter has a game tonight along with a parent teacher conf.. no not everyone is getting a conference only those who need it urggg!!! these things always end up with me feeling like the worst parent in the world.. (not purposly, i like hunter's teacher) why is it that my worth as a mother is somehow tied into how well my kids do in school when actually it really has very little to do with me!!! We are deffenately at some kind of crossroads with Hunter and school.. if he doesn't do well his Teacher hates him.. His attitude fluxuates from good to poor in a matter of moments.. and he totally knows how to play me like a violin... He is sweet and tender and i can usually tell when he's had a bad day he'll want a hug (that usually turns in to sort of a cuddle) but he doesn't want to ask straight out for it because that will be uncool... he needs more sleep than the average bear and with baseball it doesn't always happen for him... (see all things aweful go back to baseball!) i think we will REALLY re-think baseball next year.. i always wanted my kids to be involved in things more than i was (we pretty much did nothing) but i'm beginning to see the brilliance in being homebodies.. somehow i need to strike a balance and i havn't found it yet..
ok so i'm done with my ranting.. sorry!
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