This was the night of Jack's first 100 degree baseball game.
We had just driven in from the lake and we were leaving the next morning for the coast.
Ed was out of town and I still had to do three loads of laundry, grocery shop, pack, and clean the house.
The game started an hour late and I had forgotten to eat dinner.
They played extra innings.
I don't think I have ever hated baseball more.
I do, however, love this fat face and he got some huge plays and won the game.
And he ran over for a hug at some point.
Being a mom, as Jemma says, is hard work but it's good work too.
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