BASEBALL SEASON

   Time for another baseball season! This season is MUCH different than previous seasons for many reasons. I don’t post much about baseball except that my husband looks pretty damn edible in baseball pants and how much of a badass he is (he did just win his first Gold Glove #yeahhesprettydamngood) but I wanted to write this blog post so I could look back on times like this…how I felt, what was going on and keep it real. So to sum it up here is my view on the season dontyoudarecallmeaWAGjakedevantier and how very different my life and appearance is from the girls on WAGS on E!. 
   I am currently sitting on our couch in Indy (where we call home for the offseason) and sipping a glass of Simi Cabernet because y’all I made it another day keeping myself sane and my baby happy and sometimes those are the only reasons I need to have a glass of wine. I have just figured out housing for the season…for the second time. Yep, moving. Again. First place did not work out that is another story for my private journal that I call my brain. Tucker has been on the road since last Wednesday and I have been hanging out with the babe and P. 24/7. We do not have a nanny just an FYI. I have very minimal adult interaction unless you count the lady at the Starbucks drive thru or the Door Dash driver. Sometimes I try to chat it up with the pharmacist at CVS. A lot of the time I talk to Tucker as he is up to bat as I “watch” glance at the game while playing with Tatum. I say things like ” Tatum, that’s your daddy!” “Come on, babe. You got it. Don’t get inside of your head”, “Damn, that beard looks LONGER”, “Tatum, THAT is our guy!” and the list goes on while I sit in somewhat silence in our living room at home. I find myself saying “Tatum, mama loves you! Daddy loves you so much, bud!” just to feel like it’s more than baby talk. Tatum is sometimes lucky enough to listen to Lil Wayne Pandora every few days and witness his moms dance moves. Obviously I will have to clean up our dance party playlist when he starts talking but for now I enjoy a cuss word filled rap song. It is practically the only adult thing besides wine that I really really enjoy. 
   My typical day at home without Tucker looks something like this:

1. Wake up. Actually the baby monitor wakes me up. 
2. Open all of the blinds and get Tatum’s reflux med. Go upstairs, say “Who’s awakeeeeee in here?!?” as I walk through his bedroom door and proceed to give him a million kisses and say “how’d you sleep baby doll? Mama missed you” and then he gets his “met met”.
3. We go downstairs and I get a bottle ready for the babe and usually pour myself a La Croix or Diet Coke and I say “Alexa. Turn on Mickey Mouse Pandora” because it makes the house feel a little less lonely with Mickey Mouse on and Lil Wayne is a tad much for 9:30 am. although back in the day that may be the pre game music for day drinking and heading to the pool.
4. Tatum gets his bottle followed by his breakfast..he loves bites of banana and I don’t know how the heck he is already eating real food. He was just a tiny baby who made me question if I could survive on 2 hours of sleep. 
5. We usually play in the living room, he jumps in his exersaucer, crawls around on the floor, bangs blocks together, squeals and raises his eyebrows with every crazy face I make. 
6. Time for morning nap. I usually clean up, watch a show, update my Lipsense page or browse social media, envy that Tucker may still be sleeping or enjoying a hot breakfast and he might even get to talk to other adults. I remind myself that I have a job. It is called being a stay at home mom. It is harder than when I worked 7-4 doing analysis on plants or extracting plant DNA. It is also more rewarding. And I don’t have to wear a bra.
7. Lunch time for Tatum! Bottle followed by a puree. I usually am just now eating for the day too because I realize I am lightheaded and I say “ah Tatum!! No wonder mama feels funny, it’s already 2 pm and I gotta eat too, bud!”
8. Repeat same play session as Step 5. Sometimes we get out to Target and when we do I fill the bottom of his stroller with as much shit as I can and usually end up forgetting what I went to Target for in the first place. Which requires a second trip the following day.
9. Yep, you guessed it. Second and final nap of the day around 5 pm. Tucker is at the field by this time and I usually send a text like “my biceps are killing me. I should have ripped arms by now….I am losing 15 pounds by July. Ugh we have no food here. Gotta Kroger ClickList” followed by something like this “I said no wine this week but damn I deserve it” followed by “I love you so much babe! miss you..lots” and then Tatum is awake again. 
10. Medicine time and “who’s awake in heeere?!!?” followed by a million kisses.
11. Bottle and a puree for dinner. I remember its almost 7 and I should figure out what I am eating. 
12. Yep, play routine like step 5 and 8 again. 
13. Bath every other night and then wind down time. Books, sleep sack, white noise and pacifier for bed with his lovey to cuddle. Followed by singing “you are my sunshine” 2x and lay him down for bed and “mama loves you so much, good night my love. you get to see daddy in x amount of days”. I then pray pretty much the same prayer as I sit outside of his room for a second. I pray for strength and guidance to do this alone a lot of the time, for him to know that he is loved all of the time and for him to grow up in a home knowing love. 
14. I usually pour myself a glass of wine. Refresh my At Bat app and see what Tucker has done. I smile. I wish that we were there. I rewind to see the good plays and rewind to see if he has slammed his bat down after a strike out. I smile and say to myself “good. you’re better than that” when he doesn’t.
15. I get in bed, wait for a “hi baby!” text and not long after I go to sleep knowing that he is usually going to enjoy an awesome dinner and I try not to think about my Lean Cuisine that should be making me way more lean by now and I tell myself “you are such a bad ass for doing this each night alone”. I think about the single moms out there, the moms who have husbands in the military and I imagine how hard it must be for them. I applaud them. I pray for them. I go to sleep to Food Network on TV and usually wake 2-3 times a night because I check the monitor since I am alone.
16. Wake up and repeat. Smile and laugh a million times during the day. Pray when I feel weak and alone. Twerk when necessary to tell myself I still got it.