We are SO done with this!!!

You know what I learned today? I learned that~

Enough is ENOUGH all ready!!!!!

I have blogged before about how the "baby baseball" thing is okay and all that, but that we were really beginning to be ticked because we weren't getting phone calls about schedule changes, and none of the parents on this team speak to each other and all that jazz.

Well, guess what?! We were going along today, minding our own business, having a pretty decent afternoon, which was nice since it had been a somewhat trying morning, what with 9year old raging hormonal attitudes run amok and such.

So, the kids are FINALLY playing together and behaving reasonably. and I'm having a perfectly nice conversation with my friend on my phone that FINALLY works, but we have to stop because Noah's baseball team's "end of the season tournament" started today. Roger comes home and tells me that he tried to call Noah's coach twice today to confirm the game time/location, and he was sent immediately to voice mail, and his calls were not returned.

So, we load up in the van and head out so that we can make to the "old" ball fields here in our community, which is where we were told to be, and we rushed to get there at the time we had been told to be there. So, we get there at 5pm, as we were told. NOT A SOUL is there!! GRRR!!!!

So, we give them the benefit of the doubt, assume that possibly we had made a mistake, and we head over to the NEW ball fields in our community where most of the regular season games were played. NOT A SOUL is there either!!!

My husband has now had enough, and then some. We tell Noah that there was a mistake of some kind and that there is no game today. Roger then tells him that the last game he played, last Thursday, was in fact his LAST game for this year. We asked him if he was okay with that. He said yes, and can we please go eat at McDonald's?

So, we spent the evening eating at McDonald's, including dessert for everyone, and letting the kids play on the playground. The kids had a fantastic time, Roger and I got to have uninterrupted conversation while they played, and everyone had a nice evening. Much niceer than sitting at the ball field, sweating, listening to parents scream at their kids to "Be ready" and "run hard" and "swing level" and all that other nonsense that the vast majority of 5 and 6 year olds dont care about.

Even though we had settled the issue and decided that Noah is done playing baseball for the year, I was still sort of hoping that when we got home, the message light on our phone would be flashing, with a message from the coach about a time/location change, and/or an apology for not getting the message to us sooner.

When we got home, the house looked nice because I spent a lot of time cleaning it today. We had remembered to leave the air on, so it felt good in here. My kids were all giggling, which is a sound I love.

But there was NO flashing message light.

We are SO done with this!
Blessings,
Vicki