I thought it was going to go differently. I imagined Jeff would be the one taking him to games and practices while I tag along looking cute and dragging the rest of the clan with my snacks and stadium blankets and bottled waters.
But in reality, Dad has to work late and will have to meet us there and so I'm shoving dinner at their faces when we should already be in the car and on our way to the field, "DID YOU FIND YOUR CUP WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES OHWELL WE HAVE TO GO!" I don't even think I had on any makeup.
I glance at Carter on the way and he has food all over his face and spaghetti sauce on his brand new baseball pants. We get there and it's raining, but they don't call the game. Noah, Gray, and Ivy practically fall all over the bleachers from starvation because the concession stand is within eyesight. My mom buys them a pizza stick, popcorn, and Twizzlers.
The rain got worse so I ended up leaving around the 3rd inning with the kids. On the way back to the car Gray lost his Twizzlers and ran through the parking lot and toward the field like a crazy person. "My candy! My candy!" Rain is pouring down, people are trying to get to their cars, and I'm calling to him, "It's too late now! We can't go back! Get in the car!" It was heartbreaking. Like a really sad part in a movie. Only it's my life.
He wailed until - oh wait, he's still wailing. But! I just got a text that we won! Awesome! One game down... so many more to go. Wheee.