Not so much

Clint had his first softball game last night. This season he has 2 away games and 8 home games. I figured I could get to the away games with the girls, because both the churches he plays at have playgrounds, whereas our church doesn't. Without a playground it's really hard to keep my busy little climber occupied. Last night was an away game, so I resolved to take the girls, park my camping chair next to the playground, put Annie in the stroller next to me and let her sleep, while I watch the game, cheer for my team and watch Grace play at the same time. Supermom/wife all in one cute, chubby package!

Not so much.

It turned windy on us first of all. Second of all: my darling sleeping Annie decided to have a bout with gas, or a hissy fit or something, but she would NOT stop crying - on and on she went. Meanwhile Grace is having troubles on the climbing wall and is yelling for me to help her, and it's turning colder by the minute. We parked next to the play area, so I took Annie into the truck to try and feed her and keep her warm. Of course then, barefoot and dirty, Grace wants to load up with us and play in the truck. Honestly, she was like a tornado in a trailer park in our truck cab!Playing with the radio, hanging on the rearview mirror, playing and breaking Clint's sunglasses, putting the spare change in her mouth, trying to take us out of park and into 4 wheel drive with the gears - and jabbering the whole time! The tornado lasted for about 10 minutes and then decides to get back out again, but she wants me to come play with her. I try to put Annie back in the stroller and of course, she would have none of it and commence to crying/screaming again. And how was the softball game going?

WHO THE HECK KNOWS????

So, finally about an hour into our time, I decide this was completely pointless and Clint will just not have his number 1 fans there to root for him. I put Annie back in the truck, literally took the stroller over my head and just about threw the thing into the bed of the truck along with the camping chair, which I sailed in after the stroller. Then over to the climbing wall to pick up Grace who was just HEARTbroken to leave the playground. But I couldn't do it anymore. Too much for one person and not safe to boot. I drove over to the team bench with both girls crying and fussing and told Clint I was outta there - he could come to or he could get a ride home. Took me the whole ride home to shake that hour off.

So much for Supermom/wife - but the deck was stacked against me and I'll find other activities for us chicas to do on Tuesday nights.

Annie was much happier at home, bathed, in her jammies and asleep in her bassie within an hour of the crazy chaos of the softball game. Grace was asleep in her princess nightie, showered and dreaming of her favorite storybooks about a half hour after that. Is there anything better than clean, warm, happy babies who are tucked asleep in their beds? I really don't think so - there is such a peace in my heart at bedtime. I love checking in on them and seeing their little faces without a care in the world. So sweet and precious. I'm lucky to get to relive that moment over and over and over again.