Last night I bought Pickles’ baseball coaches gifts from the team. “Is Fall Ball over already?” you may ask. No, it isn’t. These are the gifts from Baseball that ended in May. I think it ended in May. Maybe June? It was so long ago, that information in my brain has been replaced by other really important information like how the library book that is wedged under the ottoman is over due. I really shouldn’t be trusted with these sorts of things: coach gifts, library books or you know, like money.
There is a reason why this took so long. I got confused. Pickles’ baseball team of ELEVEN boys had SIX coaches! I know, right?! It was awesome because they were all great dads and super-kind to the kids and every kid had a fun season even if he
ran the wrong way around the bases wasn’t the greatest at baseball. So… The ONE other mom that I knew who was not the wife of a coach and I got together and begged for collected $20 (which is a lot) from the other THREE families who weren’t coaching and we had a grand total of $80 to get 6 gifts (I know, the math doesn’t add up. One family crapped out. Not that I blame them, I wouldn’t give me money either) You can see how I had to take a month to figure out what to do next. Carolyn (the other non-coach’s wife/mom) was about as pumped up about this as I was and in a fit of frustration the order of timeliness gave me envelope with the $80 to figure out how to manage the Dollar Tree items we would get for the guys. I couldn’t believe it either. She had her husband give it to me and play dumb so I couldn’t give it back, the sneak.
A week later as the envelope sat in a basket in my dining room under paint samples, Carolyn and I started having clandestine conversations with other baseball parents about which coaches were the REAL and OFFICIAL coaches. Coach K, certainly. Coach S, definitely. Coach D… he’s only there at games… What about Jordan’s dad? Which Jordan? There are 2 Jordans? Yup. And BOTH of their dads are coaches. Oh. Ultimately by talking to their wives (Duh, why didn’t we do that first), we were able to figure out which 3 guys were the coachiest coaches and begged cash off all the others.
Fast forward 3 more weeks of the envelope gathering dust in my dining room and having child paraphernalia piled on top of it. Oh! My neighbor is moving and I am having a cocktail party for her! I had better put this dusty basket away in a cabinet so no one sees it where it will sit for several weeks until I discover it while looking for a safety pin.
Now to decide what gift to get… Gift cards! (Evidently that takes 3 weeks.) Choosing where to get the gift cards… Local Italian Restaurant! (3 more weeks). But I have them in my purse now. All I have to do is write three quick thank you notes and deliver them. I am in the home stretch! Baseball doesn’t start until March, so I have LOADS of time.