Few Words Actually Describe This Craziness.

There I was, sitting in my seat...watching the game, when I heard it: "Hey, we need you in the dugout."

Dugout Mom.

In there, it's chaotic.
It's sweaty.
I'm caged in with them.
...and they have weapons.

{...but after I'm given the line-up, we get organized! I make them sit in batting order with their helmets on. That's one at the tee, one in the circle, one at the door, and we're sitting in order! Yes, I'm like Viola Swamp in that dugout. Hey, Dads: take notes.}