Here are a few of the things that have gone extinct (or are endangered) in our family since baseball season started:
I used to love having the family around the table for dinner. Dinner time is also the time we say our evening family prayer. Now meals are usually consumed behind home plate, in the car, or in shifts. And family prayer...
Family Home Evening
It looks like we have a baseball game every Monday night until the season is over. (Like 2 months from now?) Either I'm going to have to do FHE on Sunday for the time being, or FHE will be sitting in camp chairs behind home plate.
Bed time was such a nice routine. Things were calm, baths were had, I got a chance to clean up from the day, I read books, butterflies flitted and a beautiful rainbow came down right on the roof of our house. Now? When we get home from the game (3 days a week) it's already about 30 minutes past bedtime. I'm usually frustrated, the boys are molasses-slow and, I'm sorry to say, at least one of us goes to bed crying.
The 2 days of the week we don't have games, Ethan usually has a practice. This just happens to overlap with Scouts. Right now we are trading between scouts and baseball practice. One Tuesday he'll go to scouts and the next he'll go to baseball practice.
If I start cooking around 3pm, I can have a picnic dinner put together by the time we have to leave for the game. If it's a practice night, then I usually have enough time to make dinner and have Ethan eat before he heads off for 90 minutes. I don't normally start dinner at 3pm. This has caused me to break one of our New Year's financial goals of not buying restaurant food. But Taco Bell is glad to see me again.