Friday night we stole the oldest away from a field trip he was on in Montgomery and headed to Auburn. He was going with his class to visit the capital and I just couldn’t stand him being that close to Auburn and not getting to visit.
We stashed the youngest with the grandparents and headed out. Poor Stella, she’s just not well behaved enough to go to Auburn yet.
“This is a character assassination! I’m being maligned here!”
Character assassination, my foot. Five minutes ago she walked into my room and said ‘Mommy! Come look! I made supper!’ I went into the kitchen and every single thing from the fridge was on the kitchen table. Every. Single. Thing. This child is trying to break me.
So…I tried to think of some legitimate reason we needed to go to Auburn and all I could come up with was that there was a baseball game we could go to.
Which, if you know me, is pretty rich because I loathe, and I do mean loathe, baseball. How can anyone like a game that involves that much failure? Oh, look, another strike out. Yawn.
Baseball, it’s my sports nemesis.
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It was more fun that I remembered it being, though. Sure, there were rogue balls flying through the air ready to attack anyone they could find but we made it out alive.
Maybe it’s all the wasted time that drives me nuts. Ya know how they have these big breaks between innings? I was all:
“Hello, you didn’t even break a sweat, get back to playing.”
Actually, I was all ‘Is it time to go to Niffers yet?’ because, yes, corn nuggets.
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Saturday we drove around and looked at all the places we use to trounce about. The conversations went one of two ways. We’d come upon a landmark…
And either say ‘Oh, look! It’s Toomer’s!
Remember the first time you told me you loved me?‘
or
It all just depended on the mood I was in.
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‘Yes, please. Let’s talk more about the bad decisions we made in college. That’s super fun.’
Even though I had to watch baseball to get my Auburn fix it was totally worth. Auburn, it’s not my nemesis.
Now her on the other hand…