I FORGOT ABOUT TEE BALL.
Here I am, sitting there with a ton of angst about coaching Dorothy's team and the dads all acting like I am too dumb to coach a tee ball team even though none of them volunteered for the frigging job. AND THEN! I forgot all about the damn game and didn't even go.
I subscribed to the tee ball calendar, but it only synced on my computer, not on my phone and bam! I sat down to write after dinner while Ben had the kids at the pool, and I took care of all of my emails first and wrote the next day's to-do list because writing is hard and I am a procrastinator. In the course of all of this busy work, I opened my Google calendar and noticed that we were midway through a damn tee-ball game.
Dorothy hasn't asked about what she calls her "big game," so hopefully when we go next week, she'll have no clue we sat a week out. Oops.
The kicker, of course, is that we haven't even been busy. Here are all of the terribly important things I was doing instead:
Subway picnic at Jack's last baseball game of the season. I made cupcakes and also! Dug that old purse out of Dorothy's toy box and carried it because that's how little stuff I need to carry anymore. It is a miracle.