Moms of Boys

I was only able to get away that night because my two oldest boys and my husband (okay, three oldest boys) were at a Scout camping retreat, and my parents kept Jason for a few hours. So I didn’t have baseball/basketball commitments that night. Anyway, I’m sitting there at the seminar with my cell phone on vibrate when I get a call and look at the number. It was my husband’s cell number. The event was over about ten minutes later and I called him back, hoping everything was okay. He was calling for the score of the Carolina Hurricanes hockey play-off game.
Stuff like this happens all the time. Two weeks ago at my sons’ dentist appointments, the receptionist came out and told me I had a call at the front desk. She said it was my husband. My heart started pounding because I thought maybe something had happened to my parents or other loved ones. I picked up the phone and said. “What’s wrong?”
Kevin replied, “Tell the guys the Red Sox won in the bottom of the 9th. Mark Loretta hit a walk-off homerun.”
I paused a moment, looking at the three ladies in the dental office who were all staring at me in concern. Then I said, “You called here just to tell me that?”
I apologized to the ladies for having them have to get me for such an unimportant call. They were really nice about it and laughed, but I couldn’t believe he called the office. “Couldn’t get through on your cell phone,” he explained.
Sharing scores of games is like a mission guys have, and they will stop at nothing to deliver the news.

A few weeks ago, I met with my publisher about my new book, House of Testosterone - A Mom’s Survival in a Household of Males. A humor book. It will be coming out in October, and I’m very excited about it. I’ll keep you all posted.

Take care,

Sharon