Steve plays softball on a city league on Thursday nights. Sometimes I’m willing to fight the kids and go, other times the games are late enough that I don’t have any desire to cheer on my husband.
When we do go, the kids seem to enjoy themselves. They get dirty. They get treats. They play on the playground. They smash fingers. They throw rocks. They fall off the bleachers. They cheer for daddy. They play with friends.
I spend my time cheering for Steve. Monitoring my children picking up the empty/semi empty beer cans. Apologizing to the other viewers as my kids run up and down the bleachers rather loudly. Covering my children’s ears as the spectators use rather foul language and Hallie makes multiple comments, “Mom, they can’t say that, that’s a bad word!” Taking children to the bathrooms and to get drinks. Taking Pictures.
