Ever had a bunch of shit to do and just didn't even want to start it? Right now I'm listening to the freshly bathed canines play chase all through the house. I guess getting clean put some pep in their step.
The boys have baseball tryouts this weekend. We're going to see if LittleBrother(10) is ready to play on the same team as his brother (the 12 year old league) because it makes games a helluva lot easier if we only have one to go to. If he's not, then Sweety is going to coach LB's team. When Sweety told me about that I said, "Oh, that'll be fun for him." And Sweety said, "You'll be Team Mom, right?" Oh. Hell. No. I hate stuff like that. Having to talk to all of the parents and make sure all the kids are in order in the dugout and that everyone knows what's going on - I'd really rather eat broken glass. So I told Sweety no and that maybe his cuntofanexwife could be Team Mom (you know, since she is the boys' mom an all). But I know that shit won't happen so I'll be stuck with it. Agh. I hate dealing with people. I am so keeping my fingers crossed that LB will be on the same team as BigBrother so this won't be an issue.
I better get moving and get some things done.