Saturday is now almost officially over. Honestly I am a little surprised I am still up, since usually I am falling asleep right about now… but I confess to taking a cat nap before dinner and also to drinking a Mountain Dew with dinner (OMG, terrible, terrible parenting alert; I let the kids have one too). And, yes, the dinner was chicken although not grilled like I had hoped but super yummy nonetheless (chicken Marsala. Can’t really go wrong with wine sauce! That Aldo is a peach, I’ll tell you what.).
The morning went swimmingly. I had my oatmeal, drank my coffee, took my long hot shower and even made it to the post office (which has crazy weird weekend hours… like 7 am to 9:45 on alternate Saturdays unless it’s a full moon. I guess I got lucky).
The last soccer game of the season was tragic. Simply, utterly and totally a train wreck. Like, 10 to zip in favor of the opposing team. Sarah insisted on wearing her hair in that annoying bangs-in-your-face style that young girls everywhere love at some point in their life, and then spent her time on the field walking towards the ball, looking bored and practicing the ever popular head-toss-hair-flip. UGH. I watched in dismay from the concession stand. The coach benched her for the second half of the game and put in poo pants. Poo pants, y’all. I ate about a ton of fried cheese while I did my volunteer shift and listened to the faint sound of the (improbable but fun) Olympic Soccer Mom Fantasy fizzling away. Or maybe that was the antique fryer. In any case, after the game on the ride home when Sarah said she was done with soccer I couldn’t stop myself from saying “I noticed”.
