It's soccer time! And I always start out the season refreshed and full of anticipation. I really enjoy watching lil brother learning new skills and becoming part of a team. And honestly-sitting in a chair in the sunshine watching kids (from a far) run and play-is really quite lovely-as I flip the pages of my trashy magazine (that Jesse James!). So in spite of the fact that it takes lil brother 25 minutes to get on his shin guards and cleats and find his practice ball and that we have to travel to the other side of our town during rush hour (a real cluster f-), I started the season with a happy soccer mom heart.
...but the coach was late....and the teens running the she-bang didn't have schedules ready... and no one knows when the uniforms are arriving...or what the team name/color is...and then I had to tell lil brother 5 times to share the ball and stop bossing his team mates around....and it was cold as a m-f-!...and when the coach finally shows up he decides to run practice a little longer to make up for "lost time." So the whole time I am hopping around in flip flops trying to stay warm, and this repeating stanza is chattering through my brain the whole time...."cold as a m'er f'er...cold as a m'er f'er..." And then I get a text. From Mr B. Sexting me. Yup. That's the real story of a soccer mom.
I feel your pain. Alden had t-ball practice and a game last night. (5:30-8:00) I was thinking the same thing. Cold as a mf.
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