Saturday started off so well for me. I had kids to get to soccer games, kids to get to Muay Thai - and so I planned my schedule carefully. My older soccer player had a game in another state - an hour drive away - and her coach graciously offered to drive her so that I could take the rest of the people to the rest of the places.
Awesome.
Gabe had class at 9, Mackenzie's game was at 10, and Emma and Riley - who play on the same team, thank you GOD - had a game at 10 as well.
Or so I thought. I think, maybe, I think too much.
I dropped Gabe off with arrangements for my oldest son to pick him up at 10. There's no way I can get there, I thought to myself. I wish I could stay and watch him, but it just can't be helped. Pat yourself on the back, for you have plenty of time to get to the game early. Maybe you can even read a little bit in the Kindle while you wait.
"Mom! I, um, forgot to put on my shorts. I just have on my jersey!" said one little girl who shall not be named to protect her from any teasing. I remembered putting her undershirt on, her jersey, her shin guards, socks and cleats - but didn't remember the shorts. WHO goes out of the house without shorts? So, we trekked back home to grab shorts, which cut into my 30 minutes of early time by about, oh, 26. No matter. We were still early.
The little girls soccer game was on field S, and since I'd missed the first game, the one that my mom took them to while I was at Fitbloggin', I called her for directions. She gave me precise, accurate directions - and Field S was nowhere to be seen. This particular soccer complex is huge and you can't walk the entire thing - well, you can, but not with little kids. We drove to the map and located the correct field, and then proceeded to drive around the back to the field. By this time, we were no longer early - but late. Not the 30 minutes early in time for practice, but just ten minutes before the start of the game. "Hurry, hurry!" I called to the girls. We ran all the way to the field and I frantically looked for the coach.
She was nowhere to be found. I did see a couple of other kids from the team and I told my girls, "Go over there and start warming up!" I opened up my chair and looked around for the coach - who was not to be seen. Great, I thought to myself. Even the coach is late.
Except, you know, she wasn't. Because I'd gotten my game times confused and the little girls game was at 11, not 10. No big deal, I thought to myself. I'll just sit here and read. I'm so early I have an entire HOUR of reading time. Go me!
But my Kindle battery was dead.
So I sat and watched my girls play and thought to myself that at least it wasn't cold. And it was pretty peaceful, even though we had to make a trek to the port a potties - that denizen of grossness - being early gave us PLENTY of time to go back to the van and get wipes and hand sanitizer.
And then Mackenzie called me, from a field more than an hour away. She'd had another asthma attack while playing.
And then I curled up into a fetal position, sucked my thumb, and fervently wished for someone, ANYONE, else, to be the mother.
It was just THAT kind of day.
You definitely need a hug!
Posted by: Karen | April 12, 2010 at 10:13 PM
Oh geeze. I saw the shorts part but missed the rest.
I'll trade you 3 cases of bronchitis?
Posted by: Headless Mom | April 12, 2010 at 10:17 PM
In 5 years, all of this will be just a funny "day in the life" story. (((((hugs)))))
Posted by: Trece | April 12, 2010 at 10:30 PM
So, how did Sunday go?
Posted by: ggroszek | April 12, 2010 at 10:50 PM
This is the kind of day that puts mine in perspective. And you are so good at finding the silver lining !!!
Posted by: UKCraftySal | April 13, 2010 at 03:19 AM
I hate it when I think I have everything planned out and I'm on top of things only to realize I have the wrong date or time or uniform!! Happens way too often and I only have three kids :) Hope your day got better after that!
Posted by: Jessi Louise | April 13, 2010 at 08:58 AM
that happens to me all the time, I always forget my pants! NOT! LOL> My kids are good at forgetting shoes, really? SHOES?
Posted by: mary | April 13, 2010 at 09:27 AM
That stinks. Hope Mackenzie's asthma is better.
Posted by: Young Wife | April 13, 2010 at 05:12 PM
I will admit to going to the van on a much hurried morning with my pink fuzzy slippers on. More than once. And I was visiting a client once and noticed that I had odd socks on. And then there was the time I went to the chiropractor and realized my sock had a hole in it.... Life is just like that, even when you are 29.
The asthma attack is the thing that really sticks out in my mind. I hate when those happen.
Posted by: mm | April 13, 2010 at 06:29 PM