...crazy daze

So today Johnny had to go to his team retreat so I had to get Noah to his game, um... so, of course the clock sped by and we were, once again, running late... AND it was my day to take snack! It is kicking my tail keeping up with all the pieces to Noah's uniform, today, we were beltless, and I actually remember taking the belt off the pants last week and putting it somewhere (location still unknown) so I wouldn't be scrambling around looking for it. Last week it was the hat, so Noah used his coaches - who told me today that Noah still had his cap and why was he wearing his Gravedigger Monster Jam one, (duh, because it matches... hello). I could have sworn we gave the hat back to him last week because I didn't want to worry about losing it... great, so I have to check with Lu when he gets h0me to see if he remebers giving it back because if not we have to buy another hat. Ya, so I did order him a new hat but I have not had time to go by Vivroux in New Braunfels to get it and then I still have to take it to Paramount to have his name put on it. NOW does my husband understand why i didn't want to let Noah wear his hat to Church two Sundays ago, 1, because I knew he would have to take it off and 2, because I was going to be busy and if mama don't keep up with it, it gets lost... need I say more? So we get to the ballpark and Noah says "Mom, my bat bag is at home" WHAT!!!! yes, that's right, my husband that doesnt understand why I have all this stuff in the car had taken a bunch of stuff off of the car so we could take Momo to eat and yes, the bag was in my car... because mama knows that is not trash in her car, it is items I need and leave there for a reason! So I bust a chicano u-turn (that one's for vinnie) and rush home, i realize we are later now and Noah says "just kidding mom, it's back here" Pissed does not begin to describe what was happening to me... so he said it was in the very back but couldnt pull it because my bag was on top, I couldnt even look at him because I was afraid i might put my car and park and go back there... we go back to the park and are almost to the field when, hello... we forgot to open the back and get that *!?* bag... so here we go back to the car, I open the hatchback and yell at noah to run ahead and grab it... and then, I see it... my bag... my everyday bag with EVERYTHING in it that I haul around back and forth, overflowing as usual and sitting on top of his ball bag... and I knew, just like you know now that my son was going to make it fall out and everything was going to go all over the parking lot... he did, it did... and we were totally late for his game, i get everything thrown back in the car and we get to the field and I yell at Noah to go to the dugout and I see, his team batting and realize i sent Noah into the WRONG dugout... so i am yelling at him to come back when I see my son running across the field towards the right dugout in the middle of the inning, so they have to stop the play to get him off the field, nothing like announcing "The Sauceda Family has arrived" in true Sauceda form...