Saturday was a wet, wet baseball game. I thought we were going to get crushed but the boys played well. 6let had some great outs and hits. Then he walked past someone warming up and caught a bat across his back. Kid was trying so hard not to cry, but it had to hurt. Meanwhile another kid was crying huge tears for getting out and another was crying for getting mud on his pants.
Sunday was church, lacrosse, and buying seeds for the garden. I tried really hard, but failed at not rolling my eyes at MIL. DH told her about the bat and she starts telling the story of getting hit with a thrown bat...in college. Lady, it's not always about you.
This week is busy, busy. We have at least one thing every night except tonight. I also need to jump through the summer camp hoops and hope we get a few.