Today was incredibly hectic. Connor had his first soccer game at 8:30 this morning. Robert couldn't make it because he had to coach Connor's baseball team practice at 9:00. Immediately following the end of the soccer game, we hightailed it over to the bb fields, with C stripping down in the car and switching over to his other gear. He made it in time to get two base hits and make an out at pitcher during the scrimmage game.
Needless to say, he's whooped.
This all happened because he couldn't make his mind up between playing baseball or soccer. So we told him, since it's the short fall season, he could play both. When I signed him up for soccer, I was given a choice between Friday or Saturday games. I chose Fridays.
He got Saturdays.
When I called to complain I was informed by the YMCA, where he plays, that they don't even offer Friday night games any more. Wow. That sure would have been nice of the guy who signed us up to have told us before he took our $160.
So, obviously, we have some conflict. Lots of conflict, actually, but at least we've only got 7 more weeks of this nonsense. Yay!