2/7/07

Spinning My Wheels

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.

9 comments:

kat said...

Hee hee, I could never be team mom either. I hate most people and I have a feeling I'd be telling all those "soccer moms" where to shove their bake sale ideas.

Joey Polanski said...

Which dog is chasin which?

Eithr way, I cant imagine its much of a contest!

Chickie said...

Kat - The parents just drive me crazy. I like how people will bitch about how their kid is being coached but you don't ever see them volunteering for it.

Joey Polanski - Ya know, I can't really tell who's chasing who. It's a big blurry circle.

Midwestern City Boy said...

If the other parents complain, about plating time tell them they need to talk with Sweety. You just make sure someone is bringing treats for after the game. We always did Team Mom by committee. If things work out everyone is happy and, if not, there's no one to blame.

The Phosgene Kid said...

Play along with the Team Mom shtick, then at the first game wait for the ump to call a strike. Immediately get in his face and cast aspersions on his parentage- associating either mom or dad with livestock works well. He will eject you from the game and you can go home and play X-box.

Chickie said...

Midwestern City Boy - But if we do it by committee I'll have to let everyone know that's what we're doing and how it will work. If it boils down to it, I'll probably just do the snacks and stuff myself so I don't have to deal with anyone else.

The Phosgene Kid - That's a really good idea! That had never even occurred to me.

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Prayers are being said as I write this...And if I have any influence, you will NOT have to be the MOM to all these people.

Eric said...

I love this blog! Found it from a link at my buddy Rich's. Thanks for the laughs and making me realize that I am not the center of the universe, no matter what I think!

Have a great weekend!

Chickie said...

Lady of the Hills - Well, it looks like your influence may have worked! I'll know for sure tomorrow!

Eric - See, now you know that I'm the center of the universe. Don't you feel better now? :)