Confessions of a sport parent

Its confession time, as the kids dance season has ended and the softball season is gearing up, the public school across the street is out for the summer and the weather is supposedly turning.  And here are my confessions:

I dread softball.  The Princess was put on a team where the other mothers and coach made a big deal out of her being homeschooled.  So I contacted Parks and Rec and asked that she be moved to a different team.  I just didn't have the energy to deal with people being asshats about my child not being in the same school as every other girl on the team.  The new team works great for her, and the girls all get along well, but holy cow, the other parents are... how do I say this kindly?  not very friendly.  Why can't we get a team where the parents are all cool and the kids get along well?  I don't want to discourage her, as right now she loves the game, but I dread sitting twice a week with the parents.

The Angel is on a fun team again this year.  We lovingly call it the reject team as they lump all of the charter school/private school girls on this team.  It works for us, as she gets to play with some really fun coaches, kids and parents.  I'm jealous that the Man is getting to take the Angel's practices and I'm stuck with the Princess' practices PLUS herding the boy.  Lucky Man.  I admit that I'm jealous.

All of the kids finished out their dance season in a recital.  I would have loved to have sat and watched them like the other parents.  Unlike some of the other parents I have a real problem with turning my 3 year old loose in an unsecured building without supervision.  I also don't expect my 6, or even my 8, year old to change costumes quickly unassisted.  So again I paid money for a ticket that bought me access to the back room where I missed most of my kids' recital.  I didn't even think about how this would go and didn't order the video of the whole thing either.  I'm bummed and cranky.  I feel like I've put a lot of time, money and energy into my little dancers and I missed getting to see them dance.  I feel like other parents/guardians kind of suck for not taking care of their own kids, especially the one who took our brand new cheer shorts when I offered to loan them to her (as she had forgotten she needed them), and she disappeared after the recital with them.