I hate football!

Ugh. I am exhausted. Two of the four boys are playing Pop Warner football and I hate it. Mr K and Croc. Mr K is in the C division, Croc is only 45 pounds, the bare minimum for the E division. Practices started on August 1st for four nights a week, for 2 hours each night! That is a ton. Luckily my husband is home to take them, so it isn't so bad to not have the two boys for that time, B ...U....T....it is a big pain when they dont' want to go and it is "me" who has to get them ready.
Croc had a scrimmage tonight, had to get ready a little bit earlier. "I hate my coach. I don't want to go." Oy. Me: "You're going, get dressed." Got dressed, one out the door.
Mr. K on the other hand was a little more difficult. He started with the crying last night. He doesn't want to play anymore. It is too hard, blah, blah, blah. I figured he was tired because he had just come home from practice and had done a sleepover the night before (bad idea), plus we were away on vacation for a week, so he was a bit behind.
Woke up this morning, I don't wanna go, it's too hard, it's too hard. 4:45, it's too hard, I'm not getting dressed! So, we had a screaming match until he finally got dressed.
So, my husband is at Croc's scrimmage. I have a pocketbook party to go to, so fil (father in law) had to take him. Unfortunately, fil is a softy, so hopefully they didn't just go get ice cream some place.
I am exhausted from this fight. Haven't had one of those in a long time and it feels crappy.