Does anyone actually enjoy all of the endless assemblies, recitals and athletic events that their kids participate in? Merlin has never seen a club or team he doesn’t want to join, so my burden is particularly onerous. And it isn’t like there is just one debate or soccer game to celebrate the season; they happen week after week.
But here is the thing: there are moms who attend all of it, every single game and performance. I have even seen moms sitting and watching practice as if the haven’t a care in the world. Are you kidding me? Who has time for that?
The other day Kathleen Moriarty, the mother of that freckled little troll, Kevin, asked me why I hadn’t been to a single soccer game this year. Because I didn’t know that soccer games had begun yet, maybe? How am I supposed to keep track of everything? I guess Kathleen Moriarty is probably too busy not minding her own business to be a part of our book club again this year. Sorry, Kathleen. All full up.
Since I am really a terrific mom, and because Cleia had a my grain, so Hot Yoga was cancelled at the last minute, Hummus and I were on the sidelines cheering our footy guy on this afternoon. I am not sure if we won or lost, but that really doesn’t matter, does it?
Oh, hi Kathleen. Are those white sneakers you’re wearing new?
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