I woke up this morning, snoozed my Morning Run alarm two times then pulled my tired lazy butt outta bed to run. I really wanted to stay in bed but something told me that I would be way to busy and tired to run later. So I did it.
With legs feeling as tight as rubber bands and as heavy as cinder blocks I somehow ran a slow 7 miles up and down the Mililani hills. There were many times I wanted to stop and a point where I even considered calling home to be picked up but I did it.
Now that the day is over I realize that those 7 grueling miles was probably the easiest part of my day.
The run really wiped me out but I had to the grocery shopping for the ingredients for the pasta salad and spinach salad for tomorrow's baseball potluck. The commissary went okay, Costco was another story. The kids decided to start fighting over the blanket in the cart and already on edge I lost it and went back to the car to sit with them while hubby did the Costco run.
Little did I know that dealing with my two squabbling kids were the least of my problems.
With 1.5 hours before game time we hurried and got the kids ready then left the house a little early so that I could get a Coffee Fraupuccino. I opted for a grande and now I know that before every game I will get a Venti.
We pulled up to the park and the memories came back to me. Over 3 decades ago I watched my own 6 year old brother play ball here. I was excited and apprehensive. It was the kids' first ball game, they didn't eat all their lunch, it was hot, and Danni didn't take a nap. I was hoping upon hope that there would be no explosions today.
As soon as we got onto the field the excitement and electricity hit me. There was so much to do. Get the kids to organize their equipment, get a spot, warm up. So much going around me and I wasn't sure what to do. What exactly does a Team Mom do? Since I had no idea I did what I do best. Organize. I got the kids to put their things in an orderly manner and directed them to warm up on the field where the hubby and my mom were helping out. Nothing better than seeing your whole family involved with your kids.
When the game before us ended we approached the bench and began to get the kids in order. Being the visiting team we'd be hitting first. I watched as Head coach went to take care of the kids hitting off the tee, assistant coach hubby walk out to 1st base, and the other two assistant coaches each walking off to their own base. It was me, 13 kids with bats, helmets that they didn't know how to put on, a batting order they didn't understand, and basically no clue as to what to do. The next 90 minutes was a blur of using my teacher voice to get kids in order, running back and forth doing bat boy duties, running back and forth to the bathroom (which was too damn far away), reminding kids to drink water like the mommy that I am, looking for kids' gloves, helmets, hats, and coaching kids how to swing, step over the plate, drop their bats, and run to first base, and in between taking pics of my kids as they hit the ball, ran the bases, and made some great defensive plays on the field. Oh, and after the game, talking to parents about the Potluck.
Sigh.
No one told me that I was going to have to do all of that. And no one told me the field was a mess of red dirt.
So, what did I learn from my first baseball game? Wear ugly shoes. Don't wear a beige Fighting Eel tube top. If you are going to run long in the morning eat a huge lunch. And most importantly, men have no clue how to organize anything.
With that being said I am rallying the other moms and we're going to get a helmet and bat rack and I am going to use my teacher skills to create a velcro baseball diamond visual for the kids so that they know where they play every inning as well as a chart for their batting order.
But that will have to be next week because I am currently updating our website and then need to go to sleep because I have a long run scheduled tomorrow morning. Yes, before our game and potluck. Hah! Nope, I don't learn.
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