It's official. I'm about 37 hours away from losing my voice. It's slowly going out on me, and although I have several boys who have gallantly offered to yell instructions for me, all but one of them have admitted that they may or may not yell out what I tell them to say. So, I just do my best, and then double over in a hacking fit, which provides amusement for the people who know I'm sick and disproving looks from those who think I'm a walking ad for lung cancer.
It's win-win...somehow. I've been doing my best to rest as much as possible, but there's just so much I need to be doing right now. It really is a crazy time for me: school years winding down, assignments all over the place, and the job hunt. Oh, the job hunt. I spent the majority of the day trying to see how long I could go without a coughing fit, and gearing myself up for a trip to Academy to get the clips for N's face guard for his batting helmet. I didn't make it before they got home from school, so they "got" to come with me...and they were overjoyed. Only, they weren't, even though I told them it would take approximately 3 minutes once we entered the store...and I was true to my word. We were walking out in under 4 minutes, clips in hand.
After we got back home, they (sort of) played nicely together while I put the face guards back on the batting helmets. Then, the arguing started again. They were arguing when they walked in the door this afternoon, and it feels like all three of us have been arguing all afternoon/evening. And that's really hard to do when your voice is on its way out the door...
When we got to batting practice, B wanted so desperately to play with his big brother, and I encouraged it. I did NOT encourage them to be crappy to each other, but when I tried to quietly and inconspicuously get onto them, I had very little luck since my voice is hoarse and raspy and that carries. B was embarrassing N so N was trying to return the favor. And I was over it. All of it. Thankfully, other boys started showing up, and while it wasn't a full practice (only 6 were there), they managed to get some good time in together. I hope.
While my boys and one of the other boys were playing catch, while we were waiting for his mom to arrive, I walked over to the batting cage where N's old coach was throwing batting practice. He saw me walk up and said, "N really got to me on Saturday. He's gotten really good." I thanked him and said it was an intense game, and that our last game of the regular season was going to be something else. He laughed, shook his head, and said, "It's going to be something alright. Now I know what I'm working against." I told him it caught me off guard when I heard him telling N he made a good catch...against his own team, and he said, "Yeah, I kind of got carried away, but man! That was an awesome catch!"
When I told N about our exchange on the way home, that boy was grinning from ear to ear. We got home and the hacking started in full force. At one point, I was cuddled in bed with B and we were waiting for N to get in bed. When he got in there, I was hacking, B was sniffling, and N was sneezing.
N: Hey, we sound like an orchestra!
Me: Yep, we kind of do!
B: Is an orchestra like a band?
N: Yeah, pretty much. (blows his nose)
B: Hey! That sounded like a tuba!
Me: Hahaha, yeah, it kind of did.
N: I can play percussion on my stomach.
Me: B, percussion is drums and stuff.
B: Here, I'll play percussion!
And he farted. A lot. And loudly. And then I left. Smelly boys and too many giggles, and I was coughing up a storm.
They fell asleep really quickly after that.
Or maybe they passed out from the smell. Either way. It's really quiet. And the Rangers are playing on the West coast!
Aubs
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