When you're almost 21 daughter storms out of her room growing what looks like horns out of her head,  at 1 am because she can't sleep (and has a college exam at 7 am the next morning) because there is some God Awful noise that sounds like a combination of a jackhammer breaking up cement, and a toddler banging on pots...you know you're a softball parent.  Because that noise echoing through the house is none other than a pair of softball pants with the belt still in them clanking around in the dryer because your other daughter realized at the 11th hour, that she needed to wear them … [Read more...]