Soccer Season
As the carefree days
of summer* are slipping away, soccer season is beginning again for my little
guy. *Sidenote: when I say "carefree days
of summer", surely you realize I mean sweltering hot days of excessive humidity,
excessive mosquito bites and excessive rain accompanied by weekends jam-packed
with birthday parties. The little guy
didnt play spring soccer because I wanted him to give T-Ball a chance so he
hasn’t played on a soccer team since last year.
We haven’t really practiced much at all either, aside from him kicking
the ball around the yard a bit here and there.
I only hope things will be improved from last year. If you don't recall or are not familiar, the
first practice last year resulted in an epic meltdown, followed by a fever and
strep throat...and me making a scene and embarassing myself after spilling my
purse, getting the stroller stuck in dirt and turning my ankle. Anyway, that is behind us now.
This past Saturday
was their 2nd game. The first game was
exciting because he’s made such improvements from last year! He is no longer that kid that is oblivious to
the game whilst running laps around the perimeter of the field and getting
caught in the net like a fly in a spider web.
My daughter has made great improvements as well. She actually sits in her little seat now as
opposed to running off into the woods, the stream, onto the field, etc. She’s a big 3 year old now so those 2 year
old antics are a thing of the past.
(ha! yea right - but for this
particular day, she was good at the game.)
For this game I had
to fly solo. The husband was at work so
I was on my own. I’ll be honest, I was
concerned but I knew I had been through worse so I was sure we would be
ok. We pull up to the soccer field and I’ve
never ever seen it like this before. You
might have thought it was a World Cup Game.
Cars were parked all over the place.
People were driving the wrong way, stopping in the road, passing quickly
around eachother and all on gravel while small children were walking
through. The parents weren't paying
attention to the kids, the kids weren't paying attention to the cars and the
drivers weren't paying attention to ANYONE.
All traffic rules and courtesies were out the window. There wasn't a free spot to be found. People were even parking on the main road
outside of the complex. It was
nuts. I fortunately found a vehicle
about to pull out of a spot. I stopped
and put my blinker on as they loaded into their car. There was a line of traffic behind me that
felt like it stretched 40 miles. Come on
guy, can’t you pull out of the spot already?
Clearly you see what's going on out here.
Nope. The wife now decides to get
out of the car and walk away. People
behind me are whipping around me and almost mowing down entire families. They’ve now formed a line of traffic that
prevents anyone from ever pulling out of any spot. Smart move, morons. After waiting what felt like years for this
guy to pull out, I gave up. The wife
must have just left him and remarried, because I never did see her come back. Instead, I pulled into the spot next to him
after that person left.
I get both kids out
of the car and instruct them repeatedly not to move from the side of the car,
because there are too many cars moving around.
Neither listens. I get the boy,
the girl, his soccer bag, his soccer ball, her purse, her bag of snacks, my
chair, her chair and my purse. Somehow I
managed to get us all to the field without being run over and without dropping
anything. It was a magical moment.
The game starts, the
weather is glorious, and my little guy is doing great. I’m so proud of him. Best of all, he’s smiling from ear to ear the
whole time. My daughter stayed in her
little seat, ate her snacks and didn’t give me a hard time. I actually got to watch his game for the
first time. It was incredible.
Anyone Home?
At about 10 minutes
before 12:00 I get a phone call from my Step-Mom asking if we are home. I told her we are at the soccer game, but it’s
ending in a few minutes. She said they
wanted to stop by and drop off a birthday present for my son. I said we should be home in about 20 minutes
if they want to meet me at my house. Now
I know full well that we have to be at the local KMart by 1pm so my son can
panhandle - oops, I mean do “Tag Day” for the soccer team, but I also know that
them stopping by usually only runs me about 15 minutes max.
Itinerary for Every Time my Dad and Step-Mom Stop By:
- they pull into the driveway just as I’m setting
foot in the shower, getting changed, mixing ground meat with my bare hands,
paining the den, etc.
- honk the horn
- wait 4 seconds
- honk the horn again aggressively (this is all my dad)
- if everyone doesn’t burst out of the house
immediately, start shouting and continue honking
- the kids start trickling out of the house
usually barefoot or unclothed and someone trips, pinches a finger in the door,
falls down the steps, fights with the other, or takes off running oblivious to
the fact that anyone is in the driveway waiting to say hello
- I finally emerge and herd the kids back inside
to get dressed or shoes on while I chat for a bit
- the kids come back out, climb in the car and all
over their grandparents
- they let the kids honk the horn 30-40 times
- I say i got to get back inside at the same time
that my dad says he has to get going
- we all go back in the house
- the kids run back out of the house while i yell
for them to get back in
- they drive away.
Again, this whole
process takes about 15 minutes start to finish, so if they meet me at my house
in 20, I’ll make if for Tag Day no problem.
KMart is only 5 minutes away.
Something's Fishy
I pull up to my house and they
aren’t there. Let me call her cell back
and see if they are on their way. My father answers and the tone of his voice alone tells
me he is in one of his moods. The
conversation went like this:
Him: HELLO!!?!
Me: Dad? What’s wrong?
Him: NOTHING!
Me: Okay..um are
you on your way here right now?
Him: I’M WAITING
FOR JOANNE!
Me: Alright...well
do you want to just stop by in a little while then? Lorenzo has Tag Day Today at KMart
and-(interrupted)
Him: I GUESS THE
F**KING FISH WILL JUST DIE THEN!!!!
<click>
Me: *dumbfounded*
Just like you, I had
no CLUE what in the world that was supposed to mean. I called back but now there’s no answer. Alright, well clearly something is going on
and I dont know what it is and I dont want to know right now because I am just
going to head over to KMart and be somewhere early for once.
As I exit the
neighborhood, my cell phone rings. It’s
my step-mom’s phone. Should I even
answer? I debated and then answered
anyway. It was Joanne this time. She sweetly says “Are you home?” So I reply as nicely as I can, doing my very best to hide my frustration. She doesn’t
need any flack from me as I’m sure she has no idea what just transpired and the
poor soul has to deal with him in that mood as it is. I said “I just drove out of the
neighborhood...what the heck is going on?
Dad just cursed something about fish and hung up on me. I have no clue what’s happening right now and
he has tag day at 1pm..”. She
apologetically said “Would you mind coming back? We will only be 5 minutes.” How could I say no? I feel bad for her to have to deal with that
mess today. I turn the car around and go
back home. A few minutes later, my dad
comes zooming up. You might think he had
a caravan of police chasing him down the way he whipped around the corner. “What’s his problem?” I ask my clearly
frazzled step-mom as she attempts to take things from the back seat of the car.
Her response is funny yet, totally accurate for the moment: “He’s an
a**hole”. Speaking of a**holes, here
comes my friend the police officer. He
pulls up right behind my father (in his personal vehicle - there really was no
police chase). This seems to infuriate
my dad and he shouts “WATCH OUT I HAVE TO PULL THE F**K UP NOW!” and guns it 15
feet while the back door is still open from poor Joanne still trying to get things out. For the record, there’s
no reason whatsoever that he would have had to pull up - it was just the bad
mood talking.
The reason for all
the hurry and “fish” talk is because for my son’s birthday, they bought him a
fish tank with live fish. He was
delighted. But now we have to run so the
bag of fish have to be left home with the cats.
Hopefully they survive. I bid a
friendly farewell to all the friends and family that gathered on my lawn and
hoped they weren’t offended that I had to leave so abruptly.
Panhandling
Off to KMart and the
Tag Day portion of the trip was mildly successful. We still managed to arrive on time, but the
kids insisted on riding the coin operated ride out front first. It was the longest ride in the history of
rides. Even the Disabled Vets (that they
pit us against for collecting) commented on how long the ride was taking.
Now that the hour
has passed and they’ve gotten junk from the vending machines, climbed under
benches and behind signs and have run out of the tiny amount of self-control
they have, I have to go inside to shop for a couple things. This turned into a 2 hour ordeal.
Of course my
daughter had to pee, because that’s what she does EVERY SINGLE TIME WE EVER
LEAVE THE HOUSE EVER. They are both
hungry and ornery and I am too. After
taking MUCH too long to pick up a few items and chasing them both in opposite
directions, we finally make it to the register.
I have a talent of picking the slowest line 10 times out of 10. This time the lady 3 people in front of me
had a thousand questions, then there was a problem with her card, then the
register broke and we were advised to disperse to other lines.
By this time, my
daughter who has had the hiccups for 10 minutes has progressed to dry heaving
and crying that her belly hurts. I see
customer service doesn't seem to have a crowd for once so I ask if they could ring me up
there since I’m afraid my daughter is going to be sick. The lady says yes, come around this way and
before I make it to the other side of the counter, some old lady has waddled
over and now says “I was here first”.
She only had a few
items so I hoped she would be in and out.
NOPE. She purchased something
large and now she needed the guy from the stock room to not only go get it for
her, but also go out to her car and check to see that it would fit. Meanwhile, I’m holding my daughter with my
hand covering her mouth while she cries “MY BELLY HURTS!!” and while my son
crawls away on the floor under the line of shopping carts.
The other lady at
the service desk says “I’ll take you over this side”. My daughter is still moaning and now sliding
down my side as I’m calling my son and trying to push the cart with my
elbows. I get to the other side of the
service desk and she says “This is a return, right?” I said NO and she said “Oh
I can’t help you then”. I wanted to
cry. Back to the other side and a long
line has formed, but I’m going right back to where I was initially. Somebody just try and say something about
it. The old lady is now attempting to
pay but I guess she doesn’t know how to work a credit card and needs help from
the cashier. Twenty-five minutes after
her initial proclamation of being there first, the old lady FINALLY is moving
along. It’s my turn and I can’t get out
of here fast enough. The lady rings up
my first item. Then the phone rings and
she answers it and stops ringing me up.
She spends the next 2 minutes on the phone helping that customer, transferring
the call and who knows what else. She
rings up my second item. The phone rings
again and the same procedure repeats itself 4 times in a row. I’m going to lose it.
The Great Escape
I finally get out of
there and the disabled vets are shocked to see me. “You’re still here!?” Yup.
Over two hours later and I’m still here.
I dig through my purse to give them a donation while the kids grab
everything on their table. They love it
and say they can have whatever they want.
However, I don’t particularly want them to have flags on toothpicks
because I know my kids and someone will be bleeding or lose an eye in under a
minute. They’re too young for gum so I
sell them on the blue flower. This took
convincing because they BOTH decided that after the flag and the gum, they
would each rather have the rocks that they’ve taken off the table that the Vets
were using to hold down the papers from the wind.
I’m beat. I made it home by 3:30 and we have a birthday
party at 3. We should really just go straight
there, but these fish have been on the counter in a bag for pushing 3 hours
now. We will have to set up the fish
tank first.
We get to the party
nearly 2 hours late but had a great time there.
I love my cousin and her family.
Always a good time and the kids talked for hours about how much fun they
had. All’s well that ends well is what
they say, right?