Let the Games Begin

It's mid summer. There are five weeks left of freedom for me.  I stand before the computer prepared to sign away my money and my weekends. 

That's right.  I'm signing up kiddos for fall sports.

It's not easy. There are the insane practice three times a week in the evening hours travel teams, the slack jawed you may wind up coaching if you show up close to on time and speak with even a smidgen of enthusiasm teams and the this would be perfect except can you tell that as much as I want them to do sports and know they need them, I really really really am not looking forward to this heavy duty scheduling? 

And then there is the second challenge, what sports.  Baseball --one practice, one game, no clock so no end in sight.  Plus I know my kid will spend a lot of time being bored when he's not at bat.  Soccer...plus, one to two hours tops. That's it. That's all. Minus.  I have been at soccer games where it snowed.   Football.  What is my objective?  Is it to wear out my child with hard labor and bone crunching athletics? Is it to visit the emergency room weekly? 

Then I looked at the prices.  90$, 115$, 250$, all for the privilege of living in none of the special places, I'm not a resident of any of the places that provide these sports programs, so I get to pay extra.

Plus I have to do this for 3 of my children minimum.  They each want a different sport, so I'll get all three, guaranteeing all weekends booked and three nights a week destroyed.  

Hey kids...what do you think about band?