You Know You’re a Baseball Mom When…

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  • Your trunk is permanently covered in baseball dirt (and you can tell by the color/consistency WHICH ball field it’s from).
  • There are baseballs in every room, in all of the cars and even in your bag. 
  • There are folding chairs in your car year round.
  • Your trunk has no room for anything but equipment.
  • When you find “cups” in the most unexpected places; such as your purse, on the counter, bathroom sink…
  • When your laundry, housework, and yard work pile up because you live at the ballfields.
  • When you’ve spent the last four weekends at a hotel but have yet to have a vacation. 
  • When you schedule EVERYTHING around your son’s practices, games and weekend tournaments.
  • You own a half dozen different types of spot removers.  
  • When the team is so used to calling your son by his nickname, they don’t remember his real name. 
  • When you carry an extra cup in your glove box!
  • There’s a bunch of sunflower seeds at the bottom of your purse.
  • When you keep a coat, rain jacket, hoodie, umbrella, gloves and a blanket in your car year round.
  • When your son and husband laugh every time you yell “I’M SO TIRED OF PICKING UP YOUR BALLS”!!! 

The Author

Hi I'm Mercedes! Born in Cuba, raised in Chicago, and eventually migrated to the suburbs. I've been married to Marc for 15 years and currently enjoying being a stay home mom to our 14 year old son Marc. I enjoy reading, blogging, dancing, singing in the shower, cooking, a good glass of wine, attempting to be crafty, photography, traveling and spending time with my family and friends.

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