excuses.

I find myself making excuses, and feeling this compelling force making me rattle them off to any unfortunate soul who should pass me by.

Last night Dewy and I played softball. We have played on co-ed teams for years, one of which being Dewy's work team. Softball is something I have a pretty good handle on...usually. I have played for years, and I pride myself on being one of the girls that the guys don't cringe at when the ball comes to them or when they hit on the team. That all changed last night.

I've always been a not-very-quick runner. If we are being honest with ourselves then I should tell you that my high school coach used to yell at me while I ran to first to "unhook the trunk!" or "get the piano off your back Allen! RUN!" I'm not proud. I didn't think it could get worse. I now am even slower than I was, and after I hit each time last night I wanted to run to the dugout and scream "I just had a baby! I'll get better I promise!" or when I made a slight error in the field I wanted to holler to the girl who threw me the ball "Sorry! I just had a baby! My body doesn't twist like that at a pace I want it to! I'll work on it I promise!"

I got a new dress for Rhett's blessing this weekend (I braved the stores again... everyone applaud) and when the sales girl asked me what size I needed (because of course the dress I wanted was too high for me to reach) I wanted to say "I just had a baby. See? Proof! I'm not always this obese I swear!" as I pointed to my stroller.

Think I can blame everything in my life on Rhett now??