So I made it, I did it and have no idea how. Last Saturday my son had a big baseball event. It was closing day ceramonies for that season,that lasted all day long. It started out with his last game he would play that detemined if they were going to be 1rst or second place starting at ten in the morning- warm ups at 9. Then after,the anouncements and handing out the trophies starting at 1:00. After, around 3:00,a potluck that just our team decided to do and after that, a game agaisnt the parents and children that again was just our team, for fun.

The night before I had to make a dish to bring to the potluck which that day I could not find my bank card and had no cash so I had to wait till I found it which was late in the day. Plus, that night my son had a party to go to from 7pm to 9pm. I didnt even get started on the food till after the party. I was a nervous wreck becuase of how late it was and thinking about the all day event. I didnt go to bed till about 1am.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by a terrible stomach ache that caused me to practually throw up my own feet. It was that painful and violent. I even ended up throwing up some blood, I think becuase I broke some blood vessels or something (I hope). I was up for about 2 hours sick and went back to bed around 5am only to be woken up by the alarm at 6am to get everything ready. I had no idea how I was going to make it that day. But I did!

I went to the game- he won in second place. After, we went back home for an hour then went back, I signed up for Fall ball, watched the ceramony, stayed at the potluck although I was very nervous and very dehydrated along with a raging headache. We ate then they started palying the game and the coach wanted me to bat first I think becuasethey know how anti social I was so they just wanted me to get out there and I did it. I stayed out there for one batters up and one outfield like most parents, then watched the other few parents play the rest of the game. I seriously had no idea how I made it through with no severe panic atack and not getting sick to my stomach. Maybe I was just too tired to freak out and think negative thoughts or something. Or maybe I jsut knew I was sick so If things didnt go well I had a damn good reason why. What ever it was, I was proud I made it through to see my young man through this exciting event of his.