Sonic Happy Hour and gas, compliments of my son

Yep, you read that correctly.  Today, my son treated his brother and me to Sonic Happy Hour and then he put some gas in my car.  Was he thrilled about this?  No.  Did he WANT to do it?  No, he did not, however, he didn't have a choice.  Yesterday, it was discovered that N left his baseball glove a good 45 minutes away, and since he had practice this evening, we had to retrieve it this afternoon.  Since we spent 90 minutes in the car, I told him he would be providing us refreshments as well as replacing the gas used to go get his glove.

He. Was. Furious.  The good news is, I think he might've learned something from this experience, and that was the whole point.  Score one for Mom!

The boys went out to catch after we got home, and when I called them in to get ready for baseball, everything fell apart.  They dragged their feet and argued with me over whether wearing baseball pants to baseball practice was absolutely necessary.  Um, yes.  It is.  Nevermind the fact that the fields are muddy...who wants to slide and dive for fly balls in shorts?  No, thank you.  B had batting practice, so he technically didn't need to wear all of his gear, but he likes being like his brother, so he did.  And it took forever for him to get ready.  He's (apparently) forgotten how to tie his shoes.

He claims nobody ever taught him.  I claim bs.

We started to leave, and I realized I forgot the "Team Mom" envelope to collect money for N's team.  SO, I ran back upstairs.  When we got on the "one way" street where I couldn't turn right because of the lane I was in, I realized I didn't have my phone.  So we had to turn around.  Why didn't I have my phone?  Because, at one point, I was helping B with his belt while N was tying his shoes and B was filling his water jug.  Because the child doesn't understand the meaning of the word "hustle." 

I did a whole lot of yelling about how much I hate being late tonight.  And I was angry.  SO angry.  It didn't help, and I know it didn't...but oh MAN, I abhor being late.  I turned around as soon as I could, ran up the stairs to grab my phone, and we made it to practice exactly 4 minutes late.  That's four minutes too many, if you ask me.  I kept yelling about how we should've left 21 minutes ago to give us plenty of time.  They were not impressed.

See, N has state testing tomorrow, so we were having a late night anyway, in addition to being late.  On the upside, the two B's had a blast playing together while waiting for their turns in the cages.  At one point, my B was riding on the other B's bat, yelling, "Ride 'em Cowboy!"  When the other B reminded him they were on the Rangers, he stopped, then started up again, yelling, "Ride 'em Rangers!"  He also screamed at me, with a crazed look in his eye, "Mom!  We need sunflower seeds...NOW!"  It was hysterically tinged at the end, and I calmly explained it wouldn't be happening tonight.

My head hurts just thinking about it.  N had a great practice.  He was called out on some things that he did really well, so I always like to see that happen.  The team really seems to be coming together, and I think that's awesome.  I'm very proud of the work most of the boys have been putting in so far.

B's practice is being moved all over creation due to potential weather on Wednesday, so we'll see how that pans out...just like we'll see how waking up tomorrow morning goes.

Outlook: Not good.

Aubs

B-squared.  I told both of them they looked like they had to go to the bathroom, but it only made them laugh harder.  Potty humor is always a crowd pleaser.  Apparently.  See my B riding the other B's bat?  I don't know how their teacher survives them on a daily basis...