How does nearly a week go by without my even realizing it? About twenty times a day I think “I need to go write something….” and then the thought is gone as quickly as it came.
So….the field trip. From hell. It wasn’t all bad – I will get to the good part in a minute – but it was too L-O-N-G. The whole point of leaving so early, as I understood it, was to prevent the feeling of being rushed through the day – but it didn’t work. We raced through our day and had a busload of tired, cranky kids (and parents!) on the way home.
The best part of the day was this:
Our tour of Fenway Park. Unfortunately, there was no chance I’d actually *see* Varitek since the team was in Baltimore. But still. We had a super tour guide named Ed. Although we were not allowed on the field level, we still had a nice tour of the Right Field Roof deck, the luxury suites, the press box, the Green Monster, and the grandstand. While in the press box, we were able to sit and listen to Ed tell us a lot of history about Fenway Park. He would ask questions, and I knew almost every answer – he stopped picking me to answer after the first couple. The only answer I didn’t know was the date Ted Williams hit his record home run. I thought it was 1947 – turns out, it was 1946. When the tour was over, I shook our guide’s hand and thanked him and he said “Stay such a good fan – you know everything!” Of course, the Diva rolled her eyes dramatically which made him laugh.
Two new facts I learned about Fenway: The color of the Green Monster, literally named Green Monster Green, is trademarked and not available for purchase by anyone outside of a handful of Fenway employees. Although there is a color available for general purchase that comes close, Fenway Green, it is not exactly the same. Fact number two: Tom and Jean Yawkey had their initials in morse code painted on two of the vertical white lines on the scoreboard. I tried taking a picture of them but since I’m not allowed to use the “good camera” unless surrounded by mattresses and pillows (due to my um, lack of grace), I had to use the old outdated model that doesn’t zoom for crap. So it really just looks like I was taking a picture of the scoreboard. I can see the little dashes and dots on the white lines but only because I know what to look for and where. Anyone else? Not so much.
Here is the Diva (the blonde one) looking less than thrilled to be sitting on the Green Monster:
Sometimes I wonder how this non-baseball lover could be my child?! I mean, I WAS under general anesthesia when she was born…and because there was no coaching to be done under the circumstances, her dad wasn’t in the delivery room either. If it wasn’t for the fact that she’s like me IN EVERY OTHER WAY, I think I might have a case against the hospital.
After Fenway, it was on to The Museum of Science. This is when our scheduling took a turn for the worse. Eat lunch on the bus. Have about 45 minutes in the museum before all meeting up for the electricity show. Have another hour or so before meeting up again for the show in the Omni Theater. Then about another hour before boarding the bus for the return trip home. It just wasn’t enough time to see all there is to see in the museum. I was in charge of two girls – the Diva and one of her friends – and they wanted to see it all! We raced here and there and back to here – until I suggested that perhaps it would be a better use of their time to see everything they wanted to on one floor before moving on to the next. When we got back on the bus, I heard conversations between the kids consisting of alot of “DId you see…?” “No, but did you see…?” “No, where was that?”. It made me realize just how much EVERYONE seemed to miss, but they were so pressed for time that there was no avoiding it, I guess.
In other news: The Captain got his first little league hit. His first hit not pitched by a coach in Farm League. His first hit that got him on base. Where was I, you ask? Doing my time in the snack shack. Every parent has to do 6 innings in the concession stand. Our team chooses to do 3 innings at a time so we don’t miss a whole game. I did the first three innings of the game, and got back to my chair at the top of the 4th, to see my son standing on first base. Jokingly I said “Oh no – my kid’s on base – did he get hit again?” I was assured by the other parents that he did not, but no one gave me any other information. In fact, MY SON didn’t even tell me until later that evening. He had waited so long to tell me, and he is somewhat of an imp, that I didn’t even believe him at first! His coach, our pharmacist, did re-tell the story when he saw the Postman in the store the next day so I guess I have to admit that I did indeed miss his big moment. Yet another example of how I rock.
This is what happens when I don’t write for so long…so I’ll end for now.
Hope all is good in your worlds!
All mothers are working mothers. ~Author Unknown
