I'm expensive...

That can be taken so many different ways, but I'd like to say (for the record) that I don't try to be expensive on purpose.

I have kids.  They need stuff...a lot of stuff.  They play sports.  They need stuff for sports.  They grow...too fast.  And then they need more stuff when they outgrow the stuff they just got.  Last week sometimes. 

Baseball "tryouts" are on Saturday, and neither kid had cleats that fit, so when they got home from school today, we went off in search of a good deal on cleats. 

We found some, and grabbed them super speedy quick: Having N's size in youth is typically unheard of, so I wasn't about to let those slip away.  Side note: If you ever need me to play baseball or softball, I can wear N's cleats.  Easily.  We're the same size.  We're fancy.  Also, I'd never wear his shoes...unless they were new or didn't require my feet being fully enclosed.  He has stinky boy feet.  Ew.  Gross.

After that, we went to Sports Authority.  See, I'm typically a glutton for comparison shopping AFTER I've made a purchase, so we had to go to two other stores, just so I could be sure that I spent a fair amount.  While at Sports Authority, I realized B would need a cup, and just as I was thinking it in my head, N noticed the rack of sliders/cups, and said, "Mom, I'm pretty sure my sliders are too small.  They cut off my circulation."

So, sliders and cups for all.  Well, for two because, thankfully, I'm not a part of that club.

My friend Angela messaged me saying she has a pair of cleats that might fit B, so that would be super helpful.  As far as I know, I'm flying solo on gear for B, and it doesn't come cheap, but he is so excited about being able to play...it's so adorable to hear him chatter excitedly to his brother in the backseat:

B: Will you still play with me?  I mean, like, will you help me on my drills and stuff before your practice or before mine or on days where neither of us have practice?
N: I guess so...
Me: B, you have to work really hard not to embarrass your brother.  No hanging all over him and saying stuff that you know embarrasses him....
N: YEAH!
Me: And you, big brother, need to chill out a little bit.  He's your brother, and he's going to embarrass you on accident sometimes, and you need to be able to just let it go.  If he does it constantly, that's one thing, but sometimes people forget...
B: YEAH!
Me: And you BOTH need to stop driving me crazy.  Okay, then.

The first store was mostly fine...the second made me wish I had vodka in my purse instead of water, and the third made me wish I had a hat with a straw.

Not that I'm, by any means, an alcoholic.  I rarely drink.  Most of the time, I say it would be a great idea, and then I get sidetracked or redirected until I'm past the point of thinking it's vital to my daily life.  Aside from a glass of sangria or something similar on occasion, I really don't drink.

I know.  The girl behind the mask isn't nearly as interesting...and yet, she's still expensive.

Or maybe it's just her kids.

Aubs