I've been meaning to write....

But... Baseball season. If you have a 10 year old boy child you will understand. If not, well, it's probably beyond comprehension.

We have a game or practice every other day. Monday night the game lasted from 7:30 until 10:15. I know! On a school night! I hear the people now, saying "Why does she let that happen?" "I wouldn't let my child stay up that late and participate in all those things." Ummm... I'm not sure how we ended up here really. Wasn't in my grand plan of parenthood. I've found that whatever plans I did have must have been misplaced along the way. All I know is that the boy loves it. It makes him happy. While that may not be my way to happiness I do love to see him achieving it. There is no way now I could deny him that. I've come to realize that watching him live his happy life makes mine so much more so. (Yes, crackers will be served with the cheese from now on.)