The Truth about being a Soccer Mom

September 11, 2014

My 6 year old plays soccer twice a week.  I’m not a busy soccer mom, but tonight, I felt like an insane, crazy, mom, and soccer was involved.  So here is the Truth about being a soccer mom.

I decided about 3 minutes before my husband got home that pizza would be the best dinner choice for the night.  So, he was taking the oldest to the local college football game, and I was taking the other 5 to the 6 year olds soccer game.  I’d grab the pizza on the way there.

My amazing friend, who has a son on the same team as my son, was going to get my son at 5:15 PM to take him to get pictures done with the soccer team.  Pictures at 5:30, game at 6:15.  She’s a saint for doing that for me.  I left my house right around 6:00 PM.  It was about 10 minutes later than I hoped, but that’s how it went down.  Everyone was supposed to get shoes, and go potty, and off we went.

You guys!!!!  Ugh.  Our Little Caesar has a drive through.  Awesome right?  It was totally backed up.  I opted to go in line anyways and it seriously took me 15 minutes to get to the speaker to order.  Then they say, “There is a 15 minute wait before we can get you your pizza, is that okay?”  Nope, it was 6:15, I was late for the game.  Got through the line (people were paying, and then parking), and headed to the game.  I was 10 minutes late to the game.  Luckily, my awesome friend had gold fish and let my kids chow down and eat them all.  See, a saint.  I told you.
Truth about being a soccer mom by Simplistically Sassy

About 30 minutes in my oldest daughter comes to me and whispers that my 4 year old has wet his pants.  There are no bathrooms at this field.  NONE!  About 10 minutes later he runs over to me and is dancing like a mad man and says he has to go potty.  He didn’t go before.  There are no bathrooms.  There is 15 minutes left in the game.  He full on wet his pants before the end of the game and was so embarrassed.  I felt so bad for him.  But I was SO frustrated!  

We pack up, and head back to the car.  I plan to stop at the pizza joint again to grab pizza and quickly eat at home, get everyone bathed, and get them in bed ASAP.  Know what?  There were still about 15 cars in the parking lot, with drivers in them waiting for pizza.  I didn’t even wait this time.  I decided we’d go somewhere else for dinner, and I’d get the kids bathed while dinner cooked, and then we’d eat and then everyone would go to bed.  It was 7:45 before we got home. I found this amazing treat on my door step and a text from my friend.  It made me cry.  Real tears.  It was exhausted from all of the evening happenings, and I knew I still had a while to go.  

Got the pizza in the oven, the kids bathing in one bathroom, the boys in the other.  Told them we were racing the pizza timer.  It worked.  Got four out of five bathed and in PJ’s before dinner was done.  The fifth got herself done quickly, but I wasn’t as worried.

We ate, and ate, and ate.  It was great.  Then we prayed, and brushed, and tucked in, and within 5 minutes everyone was out. 
The Truth about being a soccer mom

It was a LONG evening.  Those 4 hours seemed like an eternity at moments.  Luckily, I had a great friend helping me out, I had a great friend drop off a treat to remind me she cared, I had a random text from my husband saying that he loved me in the middle of it all, and my kids didn’t complain when I turned the lights out.  

Life usually doesn’t go how e plan it.  Life is never perfect.  There are bumps.  Sometimes smaller, sometimes huge.  There are going to long lines, and unexpected results when we get to the front of the line.  Sometimes, we have to wait, and can’t, and it’s uncomfortable and embarrassing when everyone can see our mishaps.  In the end, things work out.  Things will be okay, and be as they should.  It may take much longer than we hope or think it will … but things will work out, and settle down and be how they should.

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