...the mice will play. And play, they did. N's baseball coach is traveling this week, so one of the dad's has taken over practices and their game. We scheduled practice early because 8 of the 10 players are in 4th grade and have STAAR testing this week. N has it on Wednesday, but 4th graders have it both Tuesday & Thursday. Anyway, 9 of the players showed up at 5:30 (an hour and a half before we usually have practice) and we had a pretty productive practice.
At least...I think we did. I was teaching a sister and stepdad how to make a fleece blanket while the allergens were blowing all over the place. I swear, I sneezed 58 times during that 90 minute period. One of the players who's usually the life of the party was in a really foul mood, so that made it kind of rough on him, but it was still a decent practice. When they left, they seemed like they were prepared for their game. We'll see how it goes tomorrow.
I feel like death warmed over, hit by a Mack truck, and then stuck in the microwave again. The way I feel is why this post will be ridiculously short and I was already in bed, ready to go to sleep at 8:30.
Then N's coach called to get a report on how practice went, so we talked for a little bit about practice and what he wanted for the game, and how his kid is a total hoot and wants me to paint his nails orange so he can show team spirit.
I love the dynamic of this team. I wish they could stick together. For the most part, they're a total blast. The parental dynamic isn't too bad either!
Aubs
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