As much as Tyler loves watching Dada play sports, he hates watching Mama do the same. Yesterday was my turn to give volleyball a try. I dragged the kids along, thinking I could just keep them in their stroller until Dad arrived to entertain them while I played volleyball. Ended up having to sit out the first game because Tyler couldn't handle me standing on the court just 10 feet away from him. By the second game, he was into it so I figured he'd be ok sitting and watching until Shawn would finally arrive (I realized I was over-using the phrase "He'll be here any minute," after hearing myself say it for the eleventh time). He was not ok. Luckily, Shawn finally arrived just before Tyler twisted and contorted his body enough to wiggle free of the stroller. So I played one game. Hallelujah, it was so fun! I've been dying to exercise and to play volleyball, so I was really making the most of my 20 minutes of play time. It was interrupted repeatedly by Tyler running onto the grass court and occasionally I lost my concentration of the game being sidetracked by Tyler's wails clear across the park. Lord he really does have separation issues. I was having fun but clearly it was at the expense of my kids. So Dada got to play the rest of the time. This morning, Tyler asked if we were going to watch Dada play volleyball today? I bitterly told him no, we are going to watch Mama play volleyball. Hmmmmm clearly I have issues too.