Hurry Up, Spring!

Baseball season is probably my favorite time of year. Don't get me wrong, it is definitely the busiest, but there is nothing like watching your boys on the baseball field.

So, it's Monday and Justin's first game of the season has been pushed up from Tuesday due to snow in the forecast. Yes, snow. Again. Is it ever going to get warm?

I started the day with plans for a busy evening. Rook had baseball practice and then we would all head to Elk Field for some Burleson High School baseball.

Most days I eat lunch in the kitchen at the office and never even see the outside world between 8 and 5, so I was kind of surprised when I got an email from Rook's coach telling me that we weren't going to have practice because it was too cold. I pull up weather.com and see that it is a nice brisk 39 degrees outside.

Okay, I love Justin and I love baseball, but there is no way that I was dragging Zack and Rook out for 2 hours outside in this cold (and no, I don't think I could stand 2 hours in it either!)

So here I sit, getting text message updates from Jason about Justin hitting a triple to right and then scoring and wishing that I was there to see it. I just need Spring to hurry up and get here.

I Thought We Lived in a Small Town

Okay, so Burleson really wasn’t THAT small when we moved here from Fort Worth 6 ½ years ago, but I still felt like we were moving to a relatively small town. Even though our new high school that is opening next year is supposed to be the largest in Texas, and I don’t have to drive very far to find practically any retail store I could desire, I feel like we still live in a small town.

That is until Thursday when both Zack and Rook had baseball practice on opposite ends of town…

Since Zack’s practice was to start at 5:00 and Rook’s at 5:30, I decided that I better leave work a little early to at least make an effort to get them there on time. The 17 miles from the door of the office in Ft. Worth to the door of the school were a breeze. Quick stop by the house less than a mile away to let the boys change in to their cleats and to let me swap my slacks for jeans. By now it is 5 till 5:00, but no problem – so I think. I plug the address of Zack’s coaches’ house in to my GPS since that is where they are practicing, and am surprised to see that it is almost 14 miles away. Really?!? So off we go. We get there about 5:20, and I kick Zack out the door (not literally!) with a promise to his coach that someone will
be back before dark to pick him up.

With Rook in the back seat asking every 2 minutes if we are going to be late to his practice we drive back across town and make it to his practice only 10 minutes late. Whew!

Luckily, Jason lets me know that he will be able to leave work close to 6:00 and can pick one of the boys up while I get the other one. So here I go back across town to get Zack. Right on time to get him – score a point for Mom! The boys had asked for Chick Fil A for dinner, and since at 6:45 I had no desire to start dinner I gave them their wish. Of course it wasn’t on the way to the house, so it is 7:15 before we get home with food in hand.

Finally, 3 hours after I left the office (12 hours since I left the house to go to work) and literally 70 miles on my car and I am home for the evening. At that point I realized that we really don’t live in a small town.

Everyone Else Is Doing It

As a mom, this is a phrase that you really don’t want to hear. But here I am starting a blog and thinking “Why not? Everyone else is doing it.” I don’t have these wild illusions of becoming read all over the world wide web, but really just think that I might enjoy looking back over my ramblings once in a while; and hey, there might be someone else out there that enjoys them too!