Prepare to be completely bored

I mean, to tears.  Nothing interesting or exciting happened today.  N's dad was supposed to take him to school, but he had something else to do, so I rushed N through breakfast and out the door to school.  I met B's stepmom to get his gear bag for baseball practice, and then I went home to eat breakfast and watch a little news.

Because, apparently, I'm 76.  And to continue along those lines, Golden Grahams are not as tasty as I remember.  And the news?  Well...I watched for a little while and then switched it to the XM channels because let's face it.  That's way more entertaining.  Who doesn't love a little "90s on 9" anyway?

Naptime was next, after I threw the trash down the stairs, started a load of dishes and sorted a load of laundry.  I told you.  Crazy exciting.  I woke up, made a grocery list, and went to Target.  Ahhh, Target.  N and I were supposed to go to Target yesterday, but he agreed to eat semi-stale tortilla chips for lunch today if we could skip it, so we did.  I hope those tortilla chips were the highlight of his day.

It was a short trip, and then I hit Costco for a few other things on my way home.  And that's when I noticed my car smelled weird.  When I got home, I unloaded everything and noticed the stuff in the trunk was wet.  And that's when I discovered the 1/2 gallon coolers the boys use for games.  Sideways.  Partially open.  In the trunk.  I spread all of their baseball gear out across the sidewalk, took the groceries upstairs, and left the baseball gear out/trunk open to dry.

And then I was totally disgusting and smelled weird.  Always a bonus.

The boys came home, and they played around a little bit before baseball practice, and even gave back the X-box power cord.  It was like Christmas!  No, really.  It was.  The yelling began almost instantly, causing me to yell, "I swear I'll take it away again.  Don't argue anymore.  Listen to my words 'cause I'm only saying it once."

And then I went into my room to curl up in a ball because I felt like I was channeling my mother.  Sorry, Mom.  I love you!

Baseball practice was hot.  It was hot.  Tomorrow, it'll be 30 degrees colder again.  And the temperature is going to drop.  Again.  Thank goodness I have tortilla soup in the fridge!

B's practice was in the sun, so I watched it for approximately 30 minutes before I felt like I was going to melt, and then went over to the batting cages.  I hung out and talked to a couple of dads for a little bit, then went to meet B's stepmom to give her his backpack.  He's going to be over there for the next few days, so I wanted to be sure he had everything he needed. 

Meanwhile, back at the U10 cages, the boys had moved to fielding.  N had on his gear and was practicing catching.  One of the other boys also practiced catching, and he was hilarious.  The whole practice was fun.  I'm going to miss them when the season is over.  We may end up on the same team in the future, which would be super fun, but who knows!

And now, I must squat.  Because these thighs aren't going to shrink themselves.

Aubs