by Marinka on August 11, 2013

trafficIt’s a little awkward, when you drive to Maryland to pick up your kid from baseball camp, and then as you’re standing around with the other parents waiting for the game to end, and casually mention that you’re one of the most devoted parents in the history of parenthood because you made this trip all the way from NYC, which is like two and a half hours away, and that’s in ideal traffic conditions, and when was the last time that has ever happened, ha ha, and the dad standing next to you says, “oh, that’s not so bad!” and so you’re forced to ask from whence he hails and it turns out that they flew in from Chicago and then some other parents say that they came from Montana and Venezuela, respectively, just to spite you, apparently, so you slink back and vow to send your kid to baseball camp on Mars next year so that you’ll definitely get that most devoted parent award.

And then your husband points out that you weren’t even the one driving, and all you did was sit there and complain about having to change the radio station all the time because you only have two hands and one of them is twirling your hair, and the other one is holding your iPhone, and you see no reason why we have to lose the NYC stations just because we’re in Delaware.

The things you put up with. If you weren’t such a devoted parent, you’d never get out of bed.

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August 11, 2013 at 11:26 am



christy August 11, 2013 at 11:54 am

TOO funny. And for real?! Baseball campers from Montana and Venezuela?!?!


Loukia August 11, 2013 at 2:30 pm

I won’t even put my kids in Greek school on Saturday mornings because it’s a 20 minute drive to the WEST END.


Ryan August 11, 2013 at 6:43 pm

I’m a ten minute walk from the kids school, yet I drive and wait in the school pickup loop for at least 20 minutes. Talk about lazy!


August 11, 2013 at 11:05 pm

Maryland? That’s far…


Susan Weinstein August 11, 2013 at 11:19 pm

But I am the most devoted parent having rusticated myself in a beach town for my som’s internship then driven him to the world puppeteering convention in “better dead than in Philadelphia.” I feel your pain.


the mama bird diaries
August 11, 2013 at 11:23 pm

I don’t get when people get on a plane to go to camp.


Tinne from Tantrums and Tomatoes August 12, 2013 at 7:37 am

But… you had to leave New York! Didn’t they understand how much of a subhuman effort this was.


August 12, 2013 at 6:44 pm

You’re clearly the most devoted. You had to endure changing radio stations which is the most annoying thing. The rest of them probably flew in and got to watch a movie while someone served them beverages and snacks! You had to get yours from a gas station!


Suebob August 13, 2013 at 12:47 am

In my day, my mom was so devoted that she sent us outside with sticks and rocks. THAT was our camp.


Old School/New School Mom
August 13, 2013 at 3:54 pm

Ha ha ha! Love this! Venezuela is my favorite.


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