I was feeling organized. Secure in having a day well planned and getting everyone where they needed to go.
I also felt pretty good in that my dress clothes had survived a day of teaching without one dash of magic marker anywhere on my person.
And then I took my daughter to a neighboring town for pitching lessons at the university.
|The daughter pitching just two years ago.|
It soon became obvious to me that I was the only mom there. The only parent that didn't walk in carrying an empty milk crate or five-gallon bucket. I walked in wearing dress clothes and carrying a checkbook....the one piece of equipment I thought I needed for these lessons.
Then the coach informed me that my daughter would need a, "catcher", during her lesson and it was looking like I was it.
I don't know who looked worse.....my poor daughter or myself. You see, it would be her father who sits on the five-gallon bucket, at home, while she hurls softballs at nose-breaking speed.
|The daughter at bat this spring. |
A quick text to my husband with the phrase, "I might die", must have had him concerned as he showed up twenty minutes later, to save the day.
Whew.........it was a close call......