Middle America's Worldview

I came in from Pennsylvania on Saturday evening. Needless to say, that whole day for the weekend was shot. Sunday, we decided to stay home from church. It was nice to get a partial time to rest. The sleeping in ones on bed is a luxury missed. Having a wife to hold and snuggle with is pleasure in itself.

Monday, the blog was down. For some reason I could not look at my blog page, so no updates were given. Basically, the day consisted of work and errands. It was 9 p.m. before I knew it.

Last night the kids had their first basketball practice. This time, they are on different teams. Our son's practice starts at 5:30 and ends 6:15. Our daughters practice picks up from there and ends 7 p.m. This puts Kel and I at practice for 1.5 hours.

I can see some improvements need to be made in having them practice already. BUt it was the first day. Everyone had to give shirt sizes, name their teams, ect. I was trying to recall how Upward Bound was teaching them in throwing the ball, ect. One guy kept screaming at his grandkids from the sideline "Don't throw that ball like that. Throw it right. Use both hands." blah blah. I finally said, you should teach the kids. He only replied in their too young for me to teach. I felt like saying shutup then. But oh well.

When the 1st grade was done, our daughters time was up for practice. This time I stayed to the side and tried to play hall monitor. There were alot more people in the gym by this time and some kids were running everywere on the sidelines. Initially when it was requested to use the gym, it was understood the school did not want a bunch of people running the halls or poking around in the building. Stay in the gym or to the restrooms, ect. I kept having to tell kids not to run in the bleachers, keep them out from under the bleachers. Once I helped some small kid to the restroom, and 3 teens came out of a dark teachers lounge. I asked them what are they doing. They replied, "uh, just talking" Yeah, get on out of here. I spoke with the parents that were in 'charge' of this event. (I felt fortunate I wasn't actually the one running this one). I tried to convey the fact, I wasn't wanting to be a hardass, but I was worried these kids were going to get hurt running helter skelter, while their fat ass parents didn't seem to give a care of anything. They tried to tell the parents to keep an eye on their own kids. Guess we will see what becomes of it. I told Kel last night after we all settled home, the next time I am just going to watch my kids and the hell with the others. It doesn't do me any good to harp after the other kids, playing babysitter while the fat ass mom's sit there on the bleachers and read a book or flap their jaws with other mom's without a care in the world. Yeah, I am griping but it burns me when I see parents that see this event as free babysitter time.