13 September 2011
and now back to my regularly scheduled sanity.
'tis the season when saturdays mean the smell of grass and sun, and two of our middles shin-guard-up for another fierce match.
the mister is coaching (big) m's team, and i've got elle's passel of U8-ers, so between juggling our players and our own five small folk, we've taken frenzied to a whole new level.
m was great out there. he's small, but a force to be reckoned with, and he kicks some serious hindquarters on defense. this is elle's first year, so i had my doubts, but luckily she did not channel her mother at this age (ie timid and ducking the ball). she plunged right in to that amoeba of jostling legs and even dribbled down the field several times.
in other news, i have recently recovered my emotional balance and (painfully dry) sense of humor, and i've decided that my way of approaching the day is loads more fun than the alternative. so pretty much it's okay if little m shrieks for hours on end and takes the scenic route to learning limits. i can still have a perfectly decent day.
and furthermore, if he decides to stop yelling long enough to join in on our good time, he is absolutely welcome to do so.
and sometimes he does.
thank you, Jesus.