When my husband told me that my son would be playing in a baseball tournament this past weekend, I thought ‘wonderful, let’s go’. A weekend away together as a family. Six hours south… so warmer weather. A hotel on the beach… morning sunrises and beach walks. Report cards and conferences were done. Relaxation. Sounds like a fabulous plan.
Friday- we arrive in Delaware at 10 pm after a long drive and a full day of work.
Email from coach: Field arrival time: Saturday: 8 AM. Wake up time: 6:30 AM. Hmmm… feels a bit like a work day. Stay positive.
Arrive at the field, coach says “Didn’t I email you? He’s going to play with the other team, starting at 1:00 PM.” Alrighty then… Back to the hotel. Hang out.
Back to the field where the feels like temperature is 34 degrees. With a whipping wind. Curled up in my winter coat, hood up, car blanket wrapped around me. Not enough coffee or hot chocolate to warm my body. Until 6:00 PM.
Boys win two games. Back to the hotel. Showers. Dinner. In bed at 11:00 PM.
Hmmm… didn’t see the sunrise or set. Didn’t rest. Didn’t relax with my family. But that’s OK. There is tomorrow.
Sunday: Field Time: 8:00 AM. Wake up time: 6:30 AM. Hmm… this feels quite familiar. Today’s game play… win- you move on. Lose- you go home. Temperature: a balmy 40 degrees.
9:00 AM game… a win… Coffee from the snack shack.
11:15 AM game… a win… Salad from the snack shack.
1:15 PM championship game… for the loss.
We all pack ourselves back into the car for the six hour drive north. 3:00 departure… means a 9:00 pm arrival. The exhaustion begins to set in.
Back in the car… Rest stops. Traffic on the George Washington Bridge. Getting work done on my husband’s laptop.
8:00 PM “Patrick, did you have a good time?”
“Of course, mom, this was the best weekend ever.”
Best laid plans.