Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Up

June 18th, 2007 by Jennine

We signed the children up for our community’s summer recreation program which involves all different skill levels of baseball. Because of the wide age ranges in our family, we have tee ball, pee wees, minor league and major league players in the program. This means that Monday through Thursdays, I transport children to and from ball practice from 1 PM to 4 PM. That’s three separate trips to and from town each day.

Every. Evening. There. Is. A. Game.


My life is absolutely consumed with America’s favorite overtime pastime. To the point where my children refuse to eat anything other than hot dogs and cracker jacks.

Someone is always searching for a misplaced glove, summer rec shirt or water bottle. Every pair of pants owned by my children have permanent grass stains from the field of dreams. My family alone has wiped out our city’s entire stockpile of sunscreen and despite the 350 SPF we use, my kiddos are brown as nuts from the hours spent in the sun. I don’t know anyone as dedicated to the sport as my children are.

Which is why, as a cold front blew through this morning bringing with it showers and storms, panic ensued in my home. Whatever would my children do without the constant stimulation of pop flies and at bats? What could possibly compete with sliding into first base as team mates cheer on?

I’ll tell you what. Laundry. Book Shelf Organizing. Under The Bed Cleaning. Dusting something other than home plate.

Their Field of Dreams turned into what they term “Field of Nightmares”.

But today I get to stay in my jammies and that is a grand slam.

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