I went to a Braves game tonight and had 11th row seats between home and 1st – hard to beat seats my cuz and her husband offfered up, as they’re so kindly prone to do.
So, even though it was my ex’s weekend with our boys, I took my older son and a friend (one of his closest who conveniently lives across the street).
I adore the company of my son and his friends (great age for boys), so I was excited to have the chance to just have these two all to myself – no little brothers, no other mothers or fathers, just the three of us.
And we did have some fun, interesting conversations along the way for sure, but then came a shift in our laughing, bonding trio…..oh, bother.
The boys had another friend there with his parents and he asked if they could go to the 755 Club with him…on the direct opposite side of Turner Field. Of course, I let them go, and they loved it so much they took full advantage of all the amenities and just made themselves at home, for quite a while.
Suffice it to say, I was totally dismayed to find myself Bored(!) at a Braves game, even with awesome seats.
After the boys left on their mom-approved adventure and I’d been sitting by myself in my black sundress on a nice, typically entertaining night at The Ted for too long, the drainage of adrenalin started tapering off. The excitement had worn down and I all I could think about was how badly I wanted to suddenly go home and be done with this event that had suddenly turned into a solo ‘adventure’.
It was just a strange, and disappointing feeling to be feeling the way I was feeling(!) and I tried to start the blessing review to lift me up to a more accepting frame of mind (“how can I be BORED?? I’m at this incredible venue with a high excitement level and the kids are having a blast. Life is good, damnit!”) but, alas, it didn’t work ;-/. I got more and more tired and yawning incessantly and sinking down slowly into my chair, feeling myself sinking into my bed.
In the end, the boys came back after a few texts and check-in calls (GOOD boys and we watched one more inning and cruised home, much to my surprising, but now accepting, delight! Ahhh, home is where I needed to be Happy, multi-blessed Mama I am after all.
I just still can’t get over the fact that I can now say I got impatient and BORED at a Braves Game – that’s a first for me. And surely a last?! Just another of life’s strange head-musings that makes you take note of yourself in a new way. They can be fairly useful….so….here’s to more head-musings, and peace with whatever the situation.
Good night, Bloggies, et al