We stayed out pretty late last night at the ball field watching a number of ball games. Josh's game started at 5:30 and after being beaten soundly was over by 6:00. Maybe next time Rangers. I packed up our stuff and was heading home thinking it would be nice to have an early night for a change but we decided to stay to watch Cameron's game at 6:30. He is after all my nephew and it seems wrong to miss his game when he came early and watched ours. They played really well and won their game. Good job Phillies! Did we go home after that? Uh no. Our sweet friend Adrian asked me to please watch her game at 7:00. I had already missed all but a few innings of her games at school and could not miss this one as well. So...we stayed at the ball field until 8:30 then went home and I fixed supper. We didn't get the children to bed until nearly 10:00. Mind you bed time at our house is 8:00. Was our house a pleasant place to be this morning? Not at all. Josh was beside himself. Anna Grace fixed herself poptarts for breakfast. The last two poptarts to be exact. Josh cried for nearly 15 minutes because she would not give him one. Once he settled on having cereal Sara Abbett lost her cool and cried because it was hers. I not so calmly explained that nothing in the house was hers but mine and her Daddy's because we paid for it so she needed to hush and eat. Finally, with everyone fed and tears dried we head out the door to possibly get to school before the late bell. Alas that did not happen. As we were heading out the door Josh started crying AGAIN because he had not done his homework the day before. To the table we went to finish the work I had told him to do before we left the house yesterday. They were only a couple minutes late but late none the less.
Life is crazy. Life is good.
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