thursday, april 8, 2010

multi-tasking

as baseball season approches dads are getting excited to watch their kids play, kids are getting excited about their uniforms, their new cleats, their team mates and moms, well, this mom, in particular, has started to get that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. Why? so glad you asked....sure i am looking forward to beaming with pride as my boys strike out or miss an easy pop-up in the field, sure i can't wait to stand out in the pouring rain until the 12 year old, obnoxious umpire decides that since a boat is now rowing across the field it is time to call the game, sure i can't wait to make small talk with other parents that i successfully avoid all year....

now, i can do more than 2 things at once, no problem...i can cook 4 different dinners at the same time, while vacuuming, folding laundry and lying to telemarketers...but i, cannot, repeat, CAN NOT, no matter how big i might be, be in two different fields at the same time.. I just can't do it-and i have tried. it doesn't work. I am convinced that when the baseball leagues sits down to do their schedules, they first check to see who has more than 1 kid playing baseball and then they throw back a few shots of scotch and get to work....how can we take a family that has 3 kids playing baseball and make all of their games at the same time at different fields that are no where near eachother?? (insert wicked laugh here.....) i know they work hard, trust me, i have been on the board and i know what goes into the scheduling...but i still think they have secret "screw the fertile parent" meetings...now, this hasn't been confirmed, so i won't go spreading any rumors....

but, my favorite part of baseball season already came and went...let's call it "the finding of the cleats." without mentioning any names, i tell one of my boys he has practice...i tell him this everyday for 6 days....you have practice on sunday at 10, you have practice on sunday at 10, you have practice on sunday at 10....well wouldn't you know it, it's sunday at 9:58 "i cant find my cleats, where are my cleats? why didn't you take out my cleats..." so i come fluttering down the stairs, with my hair neatly in a headband and my floral apron flowing behind my and i gently say, in a sing-song voice "WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAIT UNTIL NOW TO FIND YOUR GODAM CLEATS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

find 3 pairs, all are too small...has to go to practice in sneakers and yes, it is all my fault. but now that is past us and we can begin the season on a hopeful note (even though the mets have already lost a game....)

happy thursday