Nook (and the husband) for the win

I am not a good playground mommy. I used to hover and then I erred too far on the side of letting them play so I've also been that mom whose child was screaming in pain and I didn't even notice. Last time it happened, the mom (who was hovering!) was commenting in a snarky voice about where this child's (awful!) parents were when I finally wandered over to find it was my kid wailing like he'd been Tasered.

By this kid. 

(The other part of playground mommy-hood I suck at is being tolerant of bullsh*t from other kids and moms. But that's a subject for another day. Maybe.)

I've never really had a chance to be a sports mom either so I guess I don't really know how much I suck at that. My 12yo never really wanted to play sports and the times we forced him to do so he did, were short-lived and mostly spent trying to keep him from melting down.

But now that the 6yo is playing baseball, so far I have found that I really don't enjoy it. I dread it. I don't want to go. I want to stay at home. With the 12yo. Who also doesn't want to go. N enjoys playing but doesn't necessarily live for it and for crying out loud, he's on the Rookie 1st grade team. These are 6 and 7 year olds. Most of them are more interested in knocking themselves on the cup because they can *and* it won't hurt. Do I *really* have to sit through every second of every practice and every game?? Maybe that makes me a bad sports mom. Or just a bad mom.

Could be worse. At least I'm not her. 

It doesn't help at all that we kindof got screwed with his team - we requested a particular teammate and ended up in an entirely different league. Where we know no one. First (and only) two practices lasted for an hour and forty minutes. Even N said that if all the practices are that long, he doesn't want to go. This is what we both felt like:

About the length of the practice. I also feel this way about having to leave the house.

So I guess we're going to see what we can do about switching teams. Baseball teams. 

And in the meantime, I finally got to go buy my Mother's Day present today:

Sweet!!

It's a Nook Simple Touch with Glow Light, a built-in book light. It's been out-of-stock for weeks and I was allegedly on a list but when they just write your name on a piece of paper and lay it on the counter and say, "We'll call you" - well, frankly, that doesn't inspire confidence. And the B&N website kept saying today was the day they were available for shipping; until today, when they updated that to say, "Sh*t, we're out-of-stock again, try June 5." So I called the store where I was allegedly on the list and a) she found me on the list and b) they got 3 in today! And I guess because I called, I got one of the three. Which is an admittedly crappy way of parceling out your limited stock - "Gee, let's wait and see who CALLS us first! And if they're on the list, they win!"

But I'm not going to gripe about it. AT ALL. Because *I* was the winner of that little contest (who dashed out the door to get there before they fully understood the questionable nature of their order fulfillment). And I am sitting here charging my very own Nook with Glow Light (yes, they had me at Glow Light) and the fact that I am sitting here at all means that I have the Best. Husband. Ever. 'Cause he came home and picked up N and took him to baseball and I don't have to go. 

So it's Nook - and husband - for the win.