Can I crawl in that hole with you?

***WARNING: L.O.N.G post ahead. Watch out for Curves!

So Dewey had a baseball game tonight and I thought that since we have been to like two of his games, the kids and I would go. Of course my kids were perfect angels, but I saw this one mom whose babies were going CRAZY and they were totally unruly!!!

Carson...I mean the boy...immediately gravitated to the gigantic hole that was in the ground where they were fixing the sprinkler system. And just happened to be right next to the fence. And just happened to be half on his side of the fence and half on the other side of the fence. {I 'm sure his mom was thinking...Note to the maintenance man: don't leave an open whole with out some barrier when you know that children are going to be coming around!}. After scaling the boy out of the gigantic hole and trying to keep him on her side of the fence, she realized that Sarah...oh I mean her daughter...was no where in sight so she frantically looked for her and some sweet baseball mom comes around the corner with her. Once she had both kids in sight, she headed toward the concession stand. {Again her thoughts I'm sure were...Finally some down time...even if it is 2 minutes}. On their way to the concession stand, the daughter decided that she was going to climb under the bleachers and scale them. While trying to get her daughter out from under there, and not releasing her son, or bumping his head, I heard the daughter say that she needed to go to the bathroom. They quickly bought hot dogs, and the mom found that sweet baseball mom again and ask her if she would mind watching her son and the hot dogs. I then hear from the bathroom, the daughter screaming that her pants/underwear were wet. {Again the mom was probably thinking...Are you kidding me?} I guess the mom didn't have a change of clothes and decided that the girls pants would dry. They came out of the bathroom and the daughter's pants were like half wet. So we... I mean they sat, and ate, for like 3 minutes. Now that her kids had something in their tummies, off they went. The boy goes one way...toward the area where the baseball kids are warming up the next pitcher...and the daughter heads the other direction back towards the gigantic hole. After she corralled both of them...she thought it would be a good idea to hold the boy instead of playing his "game". I don't know that that was a good idea because the boy SCREAMED his head off for the rest of the game. {Niiiicccceeee} And the daughter continued to run around CRAZY! By this time I'm sure that she wanted to crawl into the gigantic hole that her kids were playing in. I started to think...is this mom going to take her kids home or try to make it to the end of the game? But it was the bottom of the 7th and the game is almost over...she decided to stay.

When the game ended, one of the dads {of all people, not even a mom} went up to her and said, "I bet you are ready for your husband to get home so that you can get a break". She smiled nicely and say (through her teeth) "No...We are having fun!" and kind of blew him off. Then as they were trying to say bye to the coach (the kids daddy) one of the other dads said to her, "Just wait until you have 13 year old issues to deal with." {Again, her thoughts were...really not the time!!!}

I felt really bad for her and was really glad that my kids sat nicely in the stands. I bet she sleeps well tonight!!!

Okay, so that was really me {like you already haven't figured that out} and then I came home and read through my blogs, and found this...http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2009/04/thankful.html

Hello Perspective!!
So now I'm thankful that...
~My kids can run because they have healthy legs.
~My kids can laugh because they are up and running and not laying in a hospital bed.
~My kids can scream because they have healthy lungs.
~My kids can tell me what they want because that means that they are becoming independent.
~My kids are just plain healthy because so many babies are not!
~My kids can play in the gigantic hole and get their clothes and bodies dirty because that means that I have a washer/dryer and warm bath water.
~I'm healthy to run after them and keep up with them!

***If you were at the game tonight...please erase all of your thoughts and images of me because I am sure that someone is making up a bad mommy award for my performance tonight!! And I'm sure it is probably one of the dads!!!