Month: April 2005

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?

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?

Update: MLB.com has it streaming – I don’t know if there’s a copy saved on my hard drive (probably not) but I did get to see it. I don’t know if you have to pay to have that access – I gave Mr. Dump a membership to Red Sox Nation so we can see it. It’s only ten bucks to join, for the record.

No offense to those who didn’t have somewhere to be at 2:15pm yesterday, but would it kill someone out there in TVland to replay, start to finish, the ceremonies from Fenway yesterday? I don’t want to see highlights, I want the whole thing, so the emotion can build, and I can celebrate along with everyone else.

If that’s not possible, did anyone out there remember to tape or Tivo it? I’ll pay shipping for a copy (unless someone points out that NESN is going to show it at 4:30am on Sunday or something.)

Any of you looking to unload Sox tickets for games you can’t make, I’m your gal. I want to take Junior to a game (his first!) but Fenway is pretty much sold out of anything non-bleachery.

I made a vow several years ago that I would pay the premium to never sit in the bleachers again. Of course, it would help to be able to find something other than standing room-only.

It only took me about 4 hours (or so it seemed) to get 21 strawberry plants into the ground. Well, 19 in the ground and 2 in a planter on the deck. The main problem was the general lack of a “garden” area, so that was me, digging up part of the lawn with hand tools. It was a nice little workout, anyway.

I had 4 plants left over because I literally ran out of room. Maybe if the three plants from last year hadn’t started coming up (yea!) I would have had room for all of them, but nature has her own ideas. So I’m going to put the four in pots and give them to my sister, who can replant them when she has time. I need to do that tonight, but for now the plants are safely damp and in my fridge.

And yes, they are all covered with some special cloth that I bought, knowing it would be cold this week. I’m not stupid.