1. You regularly find sunflower seeds in your dryer’s lint screen.
2. You go to the store and there’s no room for the groceries you just bought because you forgot to unpack all the sports equipment from last weekend’s tournament.
3. And all that baseball equipment is probably worth more than the vehicle that it’s packed in.
4. You don’t even notice the fact that there’s an athletic cup sitting on your kitchen counter. And it’s been there for a week.
13. Friends and family members who don’t understand travel sports think you’re in some kind of a cult. But you wouldn’t have to miss so many family reunions and birthday parties if your relatives would just have them at the ball field.
14. And speaking of relatives, the parents and siblings of your kid’s teammates have become your second family. Baseball bonds are pretty strong!
20. When tournaments get rained out, you have no idea what to do with your weekend. Most likely you’ll wind up at the batting cages with a few buddies from the team.
For more parenting humor you can relate to, download author Angela Weight’s 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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