1. Your vehicle’s registration might be out of date, but your team decals aren’t.
2. You never run out of chairs at the dinner table.
3. Finding an athletic cup in your mailbox seems perfectly normal.
4. You’re just as likely to find baseballs in the fruit bowl as you are to find fruit.
5. Your lawn decor is a little different from the neighbors.’
6. You have magical whitening powers that non-baseball moms don’t know about.
7. Trophies have taken over every horizontal surface in your home.
8.Your kid’s new bat is worth more than your couch.
9. Without even realizing it, you start choosing your own clothes based on your kids’ team colors.
10. You choose vacation spots based on their proximity to tournament locations.
GOOD READ: DON’T FRET, MOM AND DAD, IT’S JUST A SLUMP
For more humor writing you can relate to, visit the author’s blog, angelaweight.com. Download her latest ebook, Just Kidding, Not Really. It’s perfect reading for in between tournament games or in the bathroom.
Angela is also a freelance writer known to tackle the tougher topics…like why do cat food makers shape the morsels like fish or chicken? Do cats really care? Exactly how many of something is “more than you can shake a stick at?” And then there’s her ongoing paranoia that her house smells like animals and she's gone nose blind.
WordPress says that I’m supposed to tell you a few things about myself so that you’ll want to read more of my posts. Here goes.
My name is Angela Weight. I live in Midlothian, VA with my husband James, two sons, Andrew and Jack, dogs Katie and Ayla and cat, Callie. We’re new to the area…transplants from the Dublin, GA area, where I grew up. My husband has a job that pays the bills so I can sit around and obsess about cat food shapes and how my house smells. I also have this goal of seeing all 50 states by the time I’m 50. I’m 43 now and have been to 45 of them. If you have any friends or family in Vermont, Rhode Island, Oklahoma, North Dakota or Alaska who’d like us to come visit (and maybe pay for it) let me know.
My sons (ages 16 and 11) play a ridiculous amount of baseball. If I’m not at home or out buying scented wax warmer cubes, I’m probably at a baseball field somewhere in Suburbia. In fact, I have to leave now to take Jack to practice. I’ll write more later.
Oh, another thing you need to know. We’re SF Giants fans. Crazy, fanatical Giants fans. I grew up a Braves fan, but converted when I married James who grew up in the Bay Area. That’s important.
Great! Now Jack is late for practice.
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