Life here has become pretty mundane. We’ve been spending a lot of time at the pool, but to tell some of the stories there, I might offend someone and that just isn’t my cuppa tea. But I did manage to judge entries for The Emerald City Opener contest while working on my tan. My youngest is missing his siblings and when there aren’t a lot of people at the pool, he wants mom to play with him. We have four days left until they come home. *Woot*

This morning, I’m moderating the Nocturne Bites Editor pitch over on eHQ. And then I’m going to find my house under the layers of dust. Tomorrow, I have Grandma duty. Shopping, doctor’s appointment, more shopping and then lunch. I’d take the alphasmart with me, but I have to go in with her. Perhaps an Adventure with Grandma will be my topic tomorrow….

Baseball is officially over for my son. For a nine-year old, he did pretty good this year. He made All-Stars. All-Stars has been…interesting to say the least for all of us. Our first game, we lost by one. The second game, we lost by more, the third game, they anniliated us. Seriously, it was more like a football score than a baseball one. It was horrific and I felt bad for all the kids on our team.

Last night was the last game and we faced the team we lost too by one on their home turf. :boxer: My throat is sore, my voice is hoarse and I was totally pumped up last night because we took a lead and kept it the entire game. J-man rocked. He finally got his nerves down and he slammed the ball bringing two kids in. I was up on my feet screaming and cheering. The smile on his face, priceless. His coach turned around and asked, “Did you like that mom?” I replied with, “You betcha! He needed that.”

Our boys looked like a team, there were minimal errors and a whole lotta smiles after the game.

Fitting title since this is what me and the wee man have been doing. Tonight is his last game, we’re stuck in the house on this gorgeous day because the coach says no pool on game days. I guess it tires them out. Anyhow, this is my life at the moment.

Didn’t mean to sound all dark with the last post. I was venting, I suppose. I do know they need time with him and I realize they’re older and they know who’s really there for them–still doesn’t make the urge to be selfish with them any less. Thank you for all your comments. :friends:

On the upside, the youngest likes his one on one time, although he seems to be really missing his sister. Trying to keep him occupied though has been fun, so we spent another day at the pool. Good exercise for me and fluffy skin looks so much thinner when it’s not as white. :chaplin: Plus while he’s in the pool, I can get some work done. I’m currently judging a contest and some of the entries are awesome! When I’m done with that, I hope to get some much needed writing time in. Not a lot of distractions like email, just me and the alphasmart while I work on my tan.

Carnival is in town this week. And tomorrow is the youngest’s last All-Star game. I seriously need to upload a picture of him in his uniform.

Busy day tomorrow….

Thanks again, for your comments. I’m okay. I promise.

I hate this time of year. I understand you’re not supposed to hate anything, but loathe wasn’t strong enough.

My babies are leaving me for two weeks to go visit their father. And even though I really and truly want to live up to all the things he’s accused me of being–all those colorful adjectives–I can’t make them stay, nor will I attempt to guilt them into staying here with me. Like my daughter asks, “What is it going to be like when I go to college?”  Hell. Pure. Hell.

Anyone else out there hate to share? Cuz, at the moment, I’m ready to take all my things out of the sandbox and go home….or keep them home and safe with me.

Last night I watched a helluva  baseball game. I didn’t go to see the Pittsburgh Pirates, although I promised my kids we’d get there one night. I watched twelve kids who didn’t play together as a team all season, ones that come from a small town with limited funds and fancy equipment come together to give another team who has all the liberties we don’t and gave them a serious run for their money taking the game into over-time and only losing by one run.  Something the older boys above them in their division couldn’t do.

I didn’t get to take many pictures as I was stuck for the first three innings in the concession stand, but I hope to get a lot more in the next three games we have, especially some of my own nine year old who was tossed into the position of third base–one he never, ever played before and is doing remarkably well. He’s usually the short-stop or he pitches. 

Today, I promised I’d take him to the pool that finally opened. He deserves it because Wednesday he has another game and I’m hoping these boys weren’t too discouraged by their loss and they go in, give it their all and walk away with a win. They deserve that too.  The only thing I’m not looking forward too is the fact that I didn’t lose the weight I wanted too….

Anyone else out there dreading bathing suit season? :stuck:

I’m so sorry. I’ve been shoulder deep with editor pitches, kids being home for the summer, Baseball games and now All-Stars. Hope your 4th of July was wonderful and I promise to come up with something witty for tomorrow.