Update: Game cancelled! Tragedy averted. Film at 11!
I hate when this happens when I’m by myself. I scheduled a play date for Geeky Girl without looking at the calendar. Geeky Boy has a lacrosse game at the same time. I can either a) let Geeky Boy ride to lacrosse with his friend or b) reschedule the play date. I’m leaning towards a) but I feel guilty about it because I’ll miss the game. I actually haven’t been to any of the games this year. Mostly that’s been because Mr. Geeky has gone while I’ve stayed home to work and that’s probably what would happen today if Mr. Geeky were here. Last year, I went to most of the lacrosse games, but this year, I’ve been writing, and the games have been further away. Ugh. I hate this. I really do.
Why is it that we parents think missing a game or something will scar our children for life? Because that’s what I’m thinking right now. I’m thinking 5 years from now, Geeky Boy and I are going to be in a fight and he’s going to say, “Remember the year you didn’t go to a single lacrosse game? That proves you don’t love me.” Yes, I lean toward the melodramatic.