Take Me Out... To The Ballfield.

If you have ever been part of a travel baseball family, you know there are two seasons in life: baseball season and "waiting for baseball season." And let me tell you, nothing humbles you faster than hauling half your garage across a dusty field at 6:00 A.M. in a wagon that constantly tips over and is squeaking like a dying goose.

Ah yes-- the infamous wagon! The true hero of the tournament. If your wagon can't carry a cooler big enough to fit a small cow, pop-tent, multiple fans, a bag stuffed with all the essentials ranging from a first aid kit to the sacred snackle box, then are you even really here to play ball? Let's be honest my wagon is my spirit animal.

And don't get me started on the sunscreen. At this point our family is 60% COOLA, 40% Body Armor. Reapplying sunscreen while trying to make sure your "nonathlete" children are hydrating and not eating their body weight in only sugar is no joke! Not to mention their constant adventures that always end in someone tattling on someone or needing a Band-Aid and or a snack to curb the tears.

We have mastered the art of setting up a tent with one hand while yelling at ta kid to hustle, passing out fruit snacks with the other, and somehow still managing to fan ourselves because let's face it, the temperature is always hotter at the ballfield than the weather app says it is. Those little portable fans? Don't you dare leave the house without those angels. They are out here doing the lords work keeping us all cool and not cranky.

The snackle box (God bless Pinterest) has elevated us to celebrity status among the littles- because nothing says "we've got our life together" like an organized tackle box full of Goldfish, gummy worms, trail mix.

Sure, the laundry never ends, our cooler smells like dog breathe, and my back may never recover from sleeping in the endless hotel beds all summer long. But honestly? I wouldn't trade these chaotic, intense, sweaty, snack-fueled weekends for anything. These are the memories us moms live for right?

Cheers, to the travel baseball families everywhere- may your wagon wheels stay strong, your tent stay planted, fans charged, and you cooler never run out of ice! See ya'll at the field!