Day 2,212

The CatDog

It took:

Three hours at the pool. 

A two and a half hour nap. 

A cat mask. 

One late snack. 

A Seventh inning appearance. 

And a crimial shutdown of ALL food service during the eighth inning of a 6PM game that led to:

AMELIA’S FIRST HOTDOG EVER. 

Like, EVER, ever. 

I don’t know whether to be proud or belligerently angry at myself and all others involved. 

But who shuts down literally every dinner vendor available by 8:30PM?! The Rays do. 

But who left it up to a stadium to feed supper to her hungry kids? This mom did. 

I think I lose. 

And that, my friends, is one of the many reasons we don’t frequent Dad’s games like we used to. When waking up from naps, preparing food, and eating supper collide with game time, it’s easier and better and all around just wiser for our family to stay home. Save money. Save calories. Save health. 

But ok, yeah, the hotdog totally tasted SO good, in case you were wondering.