Patrick 1: Mom 0

Score a point for Patrick as he is the first to truly beat me down... in the test of will power.

I should have realized yesterday was not going to be my day when Isabella decided to color her bed with... pooh... yes pooh. It was all over the crib, sheets, pillow case and of course on her. So I rushed both her and Patrick in the tub. Scrub the crib down with bleach and washed all the bedding (before nearly hurling)!!!

Van had to work late to prepare for court... So I was on my own for Patrick's first T-Ball practice with all three kids. Knowing Patrick's track record on cooperating, I was prepared for a melt down. But this was the melt down to end all melt down. First he started crying immediately, I began my usual round of questions ranging from being scared, hurting, potty break.. After letting Patrick relieve himself behind the telephone pole (there were no bathrooms around, I was not going to torture myself longer than need be). Still he was crying, and some how bit himself on the lip and bled all over his shirt... With every bat there were tears, with every step there was screaming, with every hit there were more tears. It took every ounce of me not to break down.

After many bad glares from the other parents I could have easily ended everyone's misery and taken him home. But I was determined not to give up, because if I did he would start down this path of giving up. I really didn't care what other parents think and told my son he had won the crying battle.... for a moment he stopped crying and just looked at me with shock and continued playing with tears. After practice was over, in the car he turns to me with the cutest look and said he wanted to come back again... I nearly hit a tree!!! Oh in between the chaos of all the crying and screaming... Isabella was running up and down the field.

At the end of the day all you could do is laugh and thank god your kids’ still want do sometime they thought was horrible and ended up liking it because you didn't give up on them.....