Yesterday, in some sort of momentary lapse of sanity, I agreed to go to a minor league baseball game in Toledo, Ohio. Why would anyone do this?
A. I don't know.
B. My husband is a huge baseball fan and always is asking to go and he convinced me the girls would like it. Oh, and Wubbzy would be there. And there is a certain little toddler who loves that cartoon.
So, we drove the 1.5 hours to a minor league ball park when we were offered tickets to the major league game playing in our hometown that same day. Kids slept in the car, then there was whining and singing and videos. When we arrived it started to rain, actually downpour. A certain little toddler was TERRIFIED of her cartoon hero. It stopped raining. Then it was hot. Impossibly hot. And then the whining really began. Basically until bedtime. We stayed at the game for 1 inning.
But that is actually not the point of this post. I came home thinking about parenting and realize that much of the time it is stressful. And sometimes unrewarding. And I thought about how to write about this topic. Then, alas, I realized that I am not alone. I stumbled upon this article in New York magazine from last week. Titled "All Joy, No Fun." Is that true?
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