I'm working on some upcoming classes...I need to do laundry...I need to pack all our stuff for the wrestling meet tomorrow...I've got at least a zillion things on my mind and Coley toodles into my scrapbook room (ok, it's really just a glorified walk-in closet) wanting to know if I'd come and play baseball with him. "Maybe later, I'm working right now" are the words that are about to come out of my mouth, but he's standing there looking so optimistic that I just couldn't refuse despite the fact that I really wanted to. Headed outside - super chilly, starting to get dark. Ross's best friend is staying the night and they are outside playing basketball. Coley is absolutely giddy that I'm going to pitch for him.
A couple of pitches later, I'm forgetting all of the things I need to get done and am getting such a kick out of how excited Cole is every time he hits the ball...probably the best 20 minutes of his day. I've got to remember that. Got to remember what my priorities really are (no matter how hard it is to keep them in check). Ah, and now I get to feel just a little less of that "busy Mothers guilt".
It's the little things.