Sometimes people just annoy me

I've been working on wrapping up my semester, so I've let the household duties slip a little bit.  So, this morning, after I sent N to school, I came home and decided to start with my room/bathroom.  Usually my room/bathroom are the last to be cleaned because 1. I'm a girl and not that messy, and 2. I tend to clean up after myself.

The boys?  Entirely different story.  In fact, I got so wrapped up in my room and doing laundry, that I kind of quit on the rest of the house.  Whoops!  There's always tomorrow, I guess...

I also decided to be ambitious and catch up.  I started a new squats challenge almost a month ago, then added a crunches challenge a couple of weeks later.  With my Saturday being so busy and my Sunday being devoted to homework, I was behind.  I opted to catch myself up instead of starting over or just skipping it.  That said, I did 555 squats yesterday and 170 crunches.  I can't wait to see how my legs feel tomorrow.

I had the bright idea to bring some of my textbooks with me to N's practice so I could study.  In theory, this was a great idea.  I'm usually the only parent who stays at practice who doesn't help (I AM a girl, after all...) so I figured it would be mostly uninterrupted time looking over my notes.  Except, all of the parents stayed.  Every single one.  And they were loud.  And they brought their animals, animals who were very interested in my text books that were spread across my blanket.

So, I finally gave up.  And right about the time I gave up, my favorite mom walked up with her dog, Spike.  I put my books away, and we spent the rest of the time talking and laughing and doing a lot of ducking and covering.  There were foul balls flying all over the place.  We also discussed what types of beverages would be tasty for our game tomorrow against our biggest rivals: The Marlins.

It'll be a blast.  I can't wait...I really can't! 

When we finally got home, N and I ate dinner and he showered and went to bed.  Because practice goes until 9:00 on Mondays, it makes for late nights, which makes for difficult mornings on Tuesdays.  I called B to tell him to come give me a kiss when he finished at batting practice, but he told me that his dad didn't take him to batting practice.  I think that's stupid.  They have a game tomorrow, too...and B is still semi-afraid of the ball.  It makes me really angry that the one time he didn't go to practice was the one time his dad was expected to take him.

And there's no real reason behind it, and that's probably the most frustrating part.  Being on a team is a commitment.  Attending practice is like a job.  And I really don't think teaching your child, "Oh you don't have to go if you don't feel like it..." is the proper learning lesson here.

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