It started at 330 am when my son woke up with a tummy ache.
Eventually he “took care of it” if you know what I mean, with a lot of complaining along the way. But the type of complaining without a fever so I remained skeptical.
Then the spouse complained of sore throat at 5 am and I threw him out of the bedroom as he had been tossing and turning and ruining my birthday sleep. I knew they would both end up awake in the living room but what could I do? What I could do is stew in my anger until I could doze off from 6-730.
Next comes the Little League baseball parade. My son did not want to participate. I had to run down and find the team so we could get our uniform as we would not be at the 1st game (not if there is a Spongebob event to go to!). It took me 1/2 hour to find the team of 4 tiny little kids and then the march started so the assistant coach said I had to march the whole parade before he could stop and give me my son’s uniform. Yes, I marched in the little league parade without my child, what a big jerk I was. The one good note, I saw a lot of people that I knew, some I hadn’t seen since last baseball season, that was fun for me. But my family must still be punished!
After an hour of this birthday torture, I went home, passing the 2 “sick” boys of mine playing basketball downstairs behind our house. I was not happy.
Then I took the tags off of the baseball uniform to find that the sizing was for a toddler not a boy. I have since written to the head of the baseball commission. Today is a comedy of errors.
I took a nap to reduce the crabbiness factor that I cold feel creeping over me. We them lazed about until my mommy and daddy came to save me with a birthday dinner!