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Claire Zulkey's avatar

I'm not complaining anymore since I have done this to myself now for the past several years but it's just amazing how sign your kid up for a sport like baseball and then patiently and quietly wait for the SCHEDULE to come DOWN on you and when it does, woe be to your other plans! You take it and accept it and meekly move everything else around. You think you are choosing baseball but actually it's you just choosing a new boss.

I thought I was not this person before all this. I thought I was in charge of my own destiny. Simpler times.

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Sarah Miller's avatar

If my kids don't get downtime, shit gets bad. If *I* don't get downtime, our entire life falls apart. I only pursue what my children ask for -- if they don't know something exists, they never ask, yay. (Also, a ton of the activities and programs available in my small community are impossible for working parents because they start at like 3:30/4pm -- which enrages me, but also makes these decisions easier because it's not even an option.)

My husband wants them to do all kinds of shit, especially sports, which I couldn't care less about, and which my eldest isn't interested in, either. I've said to him, fine, it's your thing, then: you're doing to do all the fucking schlepping, you're going to pack their bags with their gymnastic leotards, I'm not doing it. Interesting how quickly those plans fizzle when he is the one who has to take responsibility for them...

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