Testing my patience

Wednesday, May 10, 2023

Today was a test of my patience.

First, I woke up late and had to rush… I hate rushing. But I hate being late even more. I didn’t grab breakfast, again… rushing, and didn’t think much of it since we usually have breakfast goodies at the office on Wednesdays. Except for today, of course. Then I discovered that my outrageously high cellphone bill was taken out a day early, leaving me with next to nothing in the bank until the ex pays child support. After several meetings, I then had to leave early to get to my kiddo’s last softball game… and spent 20 minutes trying to find the damned field.

When I FINALLY made it to the game, with about 10 minutes before it was due to start, I discovered that it was that school’s “Senior Night”. It was packed. They had six seniors that they had to announce, have them walk the field, then give speeches. The game didn’t start for another half an hour. Since it was so packed, I just hooked up my phone to stream the game for Game Changer and went to sit, to discover that I forgot my chair. Cue me walking back to my car, grumbling the entire way. When I came back and put my chair up to the fence, I realized that I was now sitting near A and D… the softball mom’s from Hell. Oh. Goody. It was time to practice deep breathing… have I mentioned that I’ve been out of Adderall since Friday? Yeah. Nerves are shot.

The first few innings went well. It was a one run game that kept going back and forth. My kiddo had an absolutely amazing catch in right field, and a nice ground hit. And then the coach decided to pull her. What. The. Hell. Being that it was the last game, coach thought she needed to let the bench warmers play the last few innings. After the first play that occurred in right field, a play that I know my daughter would have made, a play that was errored, I had to leave.

Thankfully, the JV field was right next to varsity… which meant that I could go vent to Amanda. I walked over and she was standing with our mutual friend that is also the assistant athletic director (her daughter is a year younger than our daughters and has been playing softball with them since they were little). Let’s just say, we were all on the same page and spent our time venting about all things High School Softball. It should come as no surprise that my daughter’s team went from being one run up, to being mercied. Shocker. Well, at least it’s over until next year.

I’m proud that I didn’t lose it… proud and astonished.