I'm lost

Baseball is officially over. All-Stars has come to an end.

We have been baseballin' since March...4 1/2 months is a long time.

And for the past 9 days we have driven thirty minutes to the tournament ball park. Played a game, gotten dirty, sweated so much (yuk) I won't even go there, eaten enough popsicles I thought we might turn into one, ate an entire bag of pickle flavored sunflower seeds in two days, cheered so loud my throat hurt the next day, gone out to dinner every night, and watch some great kids play a game they love!

Every night we would get home and I would do two loads of laundry. One for the white uniform. I know who would pick white, but they looked gooooood!

Another for our parent shirts and shorts and all the other stuff.

And on Thursday it all ended. We lost for the second time and were out of the tournament. We came in third, not to shabby. The boys played hard it just wasn't in the cards.

But Friday I was lost.

I didn't know how to act. I didn't have a uniform to wash and for the first time in a while I didn't have to be at the ball park for a game or practice.

I didn't have to rush out the door remembering to grab the cooler filled with water or Gatorade.

And while it was nice to cook at home and just hang a round, I just kept feeling something was off.

So for the next few days if I am walking around in circles, looking lost, please remind me baseball season is over...for now.