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I’ve been very busy with the kids in baseball/softball.  They’ve been having a game almost every day.   They had actually scheduled a game on Mother’s Day but luckily it got canceled.  

The thing I’m most proud of is that I’ve been doing a lot of driving.  If you know me…I don’t drive.  I HATE DRIVING!  I’M SCARED OF DRIVING!  But lately, I have no other choice.  My husband has his own softball team he’s carrying, my daughter is in another and my son is in another baseball team.   I’m still nervous about driving.  Slowly but surely I’m getting a little more confident behind the wheel.  

I often wonder…why me?  Why can’t I be more like everyone else?  Why is it difficult for me to get behind the wheel?  This is so stupid!  I see young kids and little old ladies driving.  So why can’t I?  There are times when I actually cry over it, and many more times when I’ve fought with my hubby over this.  But when I think of my kids, I’m doing this for them.  If they only knew the pain and suffering I go through everyday!    

Today, I had to drive my son to the field for his game.  After dropping him off, I had to drive my daughter to her practice/meeting at another field and stayed there until they were finished.   I then had to drive back to my son’s game and got to watch one inning.  It was the last inning and they were 5-5, one out and my son was up to bat.  He had two strikes on him and on in his last attempt to bat, he hit a line drive past first base.  He ran to first, continued running to second, then to third.  As he was running he slid to third base and tore his pant pocket.   Everyone was screaming and cheering for my son.  He had a proud look on his face.  

All we needed was one run to win the game and since they were last at bat.   Unfortunately, the other two batters struck out and the game was tied.  It was a great inning and a good game against a team that last time slaughtered them.   My son’s team is tough and never gave up!  

I was glad when the game was over because my main concern was getting home safely.   Ay, ya yay!   What am I going to do?