Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Yesterday, my son started a baseball clinic put on by our city recrecation department. There were lots of kids there and they kept asking for parents to help. When they kept asking and no one else was going out there, my friend and I felt obliged to volunteer..so off we went.
Now, I love baseball, and many, many years and many, many pounds ago, I played recreational softball and I was okay...so I knew I'd be able to catch the ball, though I wasn't so sure I'd be able to move this bod of mine all that gracefully. Can't say it was graceful, but it was okay! In fact, it was more than okay, it was downright fun. They had the kids doing this drill where speed was important, so everybody was just moving fast and yelling and having a blast, including the parents.
Why am I sharing this? (assuming anyone is reading, which is, I know, a bit presumptuous) Because when we got home after 6:00, while my son ate his dinner, I cooked dinner for my husband (who was still working) and I, fed the dog, cleaned up after cooking and emptied the dishwasher. I wasn't hungry while I did this, and I never felt tired, weary, stressed or overwhelmed (which I normally would at that time of day after working all day and having all that to do). And while my son watched "just one more show," I sat myself down to an awesome dinner and even poured myself an itsy, bitsy glass of wine.
While I'm sure it helped to be baseball, because I like it, I think it was just doing something I thought was fun that so colored the rest of the day for me. So, here's to having fun, fun, fun, in whatever shape or form it comes on any given day...