It's a good thing ...it's a good thing

Well ... been awhile since my last blog. School started. The boys are settling in. Young son has a great bus driver and aide. They pick him up and return him everyday within a reasonable time slot. He's happy with his teachers and therapist.... as usual he is giving them his usual wise- guy humor and he is working with the best aide he ever had. She left to work at another school but she is back. The bus is the best and the aide is the best.....

It's a good thing..... It's a good thing....

Older son is learning time management....switching classes and trying to balance sports with homework and his chores. ( young son has the chores too, but he is easier to corral). So, every year our town has baseball tryouts in September to play baseball in Cooperstown, NY the following summer. Older son has been working hard to attain this goal. He runs, jumps, hits, throws and catches. Well, we found out last week he made the team. YEAH - YEAH .

Okay - now the problem comes in. Where his mother goes into parental HELL., Have you guessed yet? Fundraising. I get to spend the next year ...fundraising. I have asked my therapist for a note that says - Barb can't fundraise... she doesn't play well with others. I begged for a note like that. Funny part is she is considering it .... she knows me VERY well. i don't play well with others.

This means a group vacation. 14 players plus their families all going to be in Cooperstown at the same time. One big old happy family. Older son gets to stay in the dorm with the coaches , I still get to wash his dirty uniform ( I need to rent a house with a washer and dryer). I have no doubt he will be calling my cell phone asking where his "cup" is. I will wondering around a town built around baseball. I already live in a house built around baseball....usually on vacation I wander around outlet malls .... last time I was in Cooperstown all I found were stores with baseball bats, baseball, bases, and all sort of athletic equipment. ( Athletics he gets from husband - lucky for me he gets his sarcasm from both of us). I don't have an athletic bone in my body....I don't have a fundraising bone in my body either.

Can you see the blogs that will come out of this? Anybody out there willing to write me a note that " I don't play well with others? Any teacher's that miss writing notes? Feel free.... at this rate you can even put it on my permanent record..

Let's all start repeating... it's a good thing..... it's a good thing..... it's a good thing......it's a good thing.

Now can I interest in a night of fundraising bowling... how about a hogie sandwich... can you use some mum plants ( pretty colors) .... a car wash...

sigh...... i'm going to fundraise. I'm going to watch older son fulfill a dream. I'm going to spend my vacation walking around baseball stores. Ah, the things we do for our children. Y'know this might be fun......

God Bless....

Barb