Argh, Mondays!

Remember how I was so happy that N and his dad talked and came to an understanding?  Remember how N was excited about his dad picking him up to take him to school this morning, so they could spend more time together?

Um.

Long story short, I finally got in touch with him at 7:15.  I woke him up.  Needless to say, he didn't take N to school this morning, I did.  And N was upset.  Really upset.  B, however, was a really good brother about it all.  I was honestly really impressed with him.  I explained that N was sad because his dad couldn't make it, and reminded B of how sad he gets when he gets disappointed (and in the back of my mind, my heart was breaking for both boys...because they suffer a lot more disappointment than they should in their short, little lives), and he was kind to his big brother without mentioning it.  It was a proud moment, albeit brief.

When they got home from school, N announced that he'd done what I said, which was to make sure that one negative thing didn't ruin his entire day.  He was on top of the world: he only had a little bit of homework and he knew he had baseball practice tonight, so he was excited.  He admitted that his coach this season is actually pretty awesome: he does fun drills and keeps it interesting, but he was holding out final judgment until he met all of his teammates tonight. 

B?  Not so much.  He had a hard day.  He was so excited to see all of his friends at school, that he had to be redirected by his teacher.  A lot.  And then, apparently, he said something inappropriate in P.E., but he doesn't even remember saying anything at all.  He said he was too busy running because P.E. was outside today, and he was so SUPER excited about it.

To add insult to injury, I made him/them go with me to Target to get paper products, namely toilet paper, paper towels, trash bags...oh, crap.  I forgot paper plates.  Ugh.  Since we were at home all last week, they used up anything I'd had for school lunches, so we had to replenish all of that, too.   It could've been a much shorter trip to Target, but they were being ridiculous. 

We hurried home, ate a quick dinner, and then took off for the ball fields.  Usually, we would've had to be there a whole hour earlier than we got there today, but B didn't have batting practice today.  The whole team showed up, and it seems like we're going to have a great group.  I'm excited for them; they communicate well, and seem to be having a lot of fun in practice...except when N took a bouncing grounder to the chin.  I heard it, and it took all I had in me to stay in my seat and let N & his coach take care of it.

AND Y'ALL!!!!  I got an email today from N's coach with the game schedule attached.  The commissioner changed around a bunch of stuff, and I only have a couple of conflicting games now.  I saw the schedule, and I literally almost cried.  To be able to be there, to be involved and cheer both boys on?  Well, that just makes my heart happy...and in a couple of years, they'll both be on the same fields, which will be even better.  I'm just so grateful that they were willing/able to change things around.  I had only asked for the last game...but they went above and beyond.  Really, they did.

Mondays and Wednesdays are going to be rough for the next few months: practice ends at or after bedtime...so look for some grumpy posts in the near future.  Tomorrow, I'm hoping to get out and enjoy some sunshine, not to mention Bill Millers B-B-Q that my cousin brought me back from San Antonio.  Oh, MAN!  It's the barbecue of my childhood, and I just LOVE it.

Aubs