Take Me Out to the Ball Game – NOT

I said, “Do you think anyone would miss me if I didn’t go?” Of course they hesitated. This must be a trick question. I quickly inserted, “Be honest. You aren’t going to hurt my feelings. Is anyone going to care if I don’t go?” They still looked at me like deer caught in headlights. I said, “Well, I am not into baseball. I don’t like hot dogs. I thought I could stay home and tape House for y’all.” Then I got, “Yeah. That sounds good mom! That’s a good idea!”

After recovering from the fact that my boys truly didn’t care if I went or not (I mean that is the answer I wanted, right?) I relished in the idea of an evening alone. Because … I really do hate baseball. LOL! I would endure it for my guys, though, in a heart beat if they wanted me there. But I am a big enough girl to realize, sometimes it is more fun when good ol’ mom isn’t around to count the hot dogs you are stuffing in your face and ask if you should put on a jacket and … well, you get the idea. I can accept that. I can.

As I lounged on the couch and relished in the silence, I was more than fine with it. Then it hit me. Without me there to gently remind them of how many hot dogs they’ve eaten, I will be up all night long with one or two or more with heart burn and stomach aches and indigestion! Well, at least I didn’t have to watch a baseball game! LOL!