Supposed to be somewhere else ...

Tonight, actually all weekend, I am supposed to be somewhere else. It's called the White Eagle resort and the event is the ScrapShare CNY Retreat. I'm not there.

This weekend we, the Frozen Ropes Baseball & Softball Training Centre "we", have scheduled in a bunch of coaches clinics and player evaluation/clinics. Rob Crews has come up from White Plains to add his support and considerable talent and I need to be here to 'schmooze' with my friends - mums of the players aka potential clients - and take care of our kids so Louis, my poor, overworked husband, can run things without having to deal with child care, feeding, bed time routines, etc. So, I'm here, in Oakville, while a group of lovely ladies, most of whom I've never met, meet for a scrapbook retreat in New York.

I'm not angry, just sad. I really wanted to go. (Insert temper-tantrum here). I had considered this trip to CNY with measured trepidation. The woman who single-handedly destroyed (okay, so I helped) my Creative Memories business is going. (You can check the Scrapshare site for my long-winded vent on the topic - or e-mail me!!). But, after interacting with many of the other lovely women who planned to attend I refused to let one bad apple spoil the whole batch. I still feel terrible about cancelling. I messed up so many plans made by those taking the time and energy to organize this event. I mailed everything for my 'secret sister' to Mary this week so at least one lady doesn't have to suffer from my not coming through.

At any rate, here I sit, amongst a bagillion boxes in various stages of packed for our pending move - see previous post - taking care of 3 out of 4 of our kids tonight. Claire has given me a break from her 11-year old hormones and attitude to stay with her best friend, Jessica and "bless" Celia tonight! Louis is at the facility running the coaches clinic - there should be over 65 participants. I'm being MAMA. Staying here at home, feeding the kids, bathing them, breaking up fights, kissing boo-boos and BEGGING them to go to sleep. It's now 8:30PM. Enough already. Time for this mama to have a glass of wine and figure out what's on TV on a Saturday night!

Have a good one!