And so my adventure begins... at first thought, this sounded like a good idea. A way for family to check in. Something for the kids to look at. We'll see just how it unfolds from here.
We are officially in baseball mode, well try-outs at least. So my life as a baseball widow begins. For those who are not sure exactly what that means, I'm sure you'll find out in these next few months. In short, losing your husband to games, meetings, bus rides, calls from scouts, reporters, etc. I should not complain too much, afterall I knew this going in, but I can't say it doesn't bug. Am I jealous? A little... maybe. For those who knew me before bk(before kids) ... yes, I miss being out there. Do I miss the bs that comes along? Not so much. If you've been an athlete, you know what it's like and how that fire never really goes away.
With the season, comes Jeffrey's meltdowns. And boy, did we have a big one today. Not wanting to take a bath, not good. Not him. I'm taking this in stride. He will not be the stinkiest kid by any means, but I hope this is not a sign of things to come.
With that being said, I'm off.
Play ball!
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