soccer, soccer, soccer

Soccer, soccer the wonderful sport,

the more they play,

your life's cut short . . . .

Never mind . . . I can't make the rest work. But I'm tired of being a soccer mom. Probably in more ways than one, but the one that's tiring me out right now is the real, actual soccer-mom-kind. The kind where I spend AT LEAST two hours of every weekend from mid-March to the first week of June and from mid-August until the last weekend of October, on the soccer field. The time when we drive Younger to three to four hours of practice a week. By the way, did you know that it is ALWAYS 10 degrees hotter or colder on a soccer field? And that's always in the bad way--if there is a chill in the air, it's FREEZING on the soccer field; if it's slightly warmish, you will sweat like a pig on the soccer field.





And the truth is? I didn't think she even really liked it that much anymore. It seemed like just another opportunity to be social. And what 13-year-old girl didn't take the opportunity to be MORE social? Even if it costs us our sanity and like a gazillion dollars a season? Hubby and I were secretly hoping this was the year . . . the year she'd quit. I mean it is her 18th friggin-fraggin season. But NooooOOOOooooo. This year? She has to decide that it's time she really TRIES. She's running harder, working out more and challenging for a starting spot.





Repeat after me: ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!! If she continues with it for 10 more seasons it may literally kill me.





Today you get a soccer house! (I cannot believe I found this picture!)