when it takes close to 15 minutes to enter the game and practice schedule for your 8 year old son's baseball team. And games are 2 hours, with the kids pitching, and no alcohol served (that I know of). Thank god I like the other parents.
The best is that in the middle of the schedule they have, in bold type, the dates for tryouts for the TRAVEL baseball teams. Yeah, I want to add travel time to the 2 hour games for my 8 year old. Already this baseball league has begun to resemble some sort of fantasy league for the dads, with much behind the scenes trading, which actually tickles my funny bone, mostly because my son doesn't really care what team he's on, and neither do I, as long as the coach isn't a hyper-competitive screamer. So, I can't imagine what kind of intrigue and high jinks the travel league must have!
As it is, we are officially at the point where we have many days where one child has to be one place, and another has to be somewhere else (and possibly the third will need to be sleeping, but I am just blocking that tiny potential inconvenience out for right now). This is mostly because my two oldest boys have very different interests, and although I can be a mean mommy right along with the best of them, I am not going to force one to do something they don't like just for my convenience. Well, not yet anyway.
I forgot to post earlier about the leprechaun traps: the report was NO LEPRECHAUNS CAUGHT. Both boys reported their classrooms "trashed" and there were a lot of green footprints and hand prints on desks and the traps themselves. The boys felt very confident that the gold robins and pots of gold were huge draws, even if the traps didn't catch anything.
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