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No Need For “Me” Time, Thanks

And so it begins…a dozen or so weeks where my life revolves around Little League. Screw work, I have to get my kid to the field at an hour I’m usually driving home, because obviously somebody forgot to tell the people who run these things that not all families have a parent sitting at home just waiting to take the kids to practice and games. Many of us work – and not only that, we work out of town. I can hear the gasps.

For older kids, it’s less of a problem because you can just drop them off, or have someone else do it. But these are little kids and you just can’t do that yet. Too many wierdos out there, first of all. And they are still in the “Look at me, mom!” stage, where every single little thing they do requires affirmation that they are wonderful and making you proud. I’m not screwing up MY kid’s head by not being there for him. It’s bad enough that he has to go to aftercare because I’m not home waiting for the bus to drop him off at the end of the day. Rant for another day.

I hear we’ll have two games during the week and a practice on Saturday. Thank God, because I was worried that this would only screw up my week nights. Sheesh. All I can say is that they’d better set a schedule for the same nights and times every week. If they want my kid to actually show up, it would be good to be consistent. If the game nights change every week, I’m not going to be able to get out of work for some of them. Or I’ll forget. Or I’ll just say “to heck with you, maybe I’d like to do laundry for a change.”

Why do 7 year olds need 3 days a week for baseball, by the way?

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