Yesterday was a holiday here in Tired Mama land so we decided to take the kids to a baseball game.
Over the span of nine innings we bought out the snack stand.
We cheered, we ate, we danced and we were even put on the big screen in center field for a second.
But, mainly? Mainly, we dropped stuff.
Yep, we littered.
All the sticky wrappers, empty cups and peanut shells got dropped onto the nice shiny concrete stadium floor.
It wasn't just us either, it was everyone there. The place was a mess! Why is it that at a baseball stadium it seems to be perfectly acceptable to throw one's garbage on the floor?
I wouldn't allow my kids to do this anywhere else, but at the baseball stadium? There, it seems to be expected.
I started to tell my kids to stop doing it. I tried to tell them to climb across a dozen people and go up three flights of stairs and find a garbage can.
Hubby and the kids just looked at me funny.
So, they threw everything on the ground, just like everyone else there, and in the end, so did I.
You know what?
It was kinda fun. I felt like I was being given permission to break a law or something.
I am just a rebel.
A rebel in a Mama disguise. Yoo Hoo!
Sad. Very sad.