Soccer Mom

So, I have always kind of dreamed of being a soccer mom. For years I have watched Cotton's peers flaunting their uniforms from the various sports and activities. I have to admit I was jealous. It seemed like everyone was living a life that I was not getting to participate in. Well today, was Landon's frirst soccer game. He was soo cute in his little outfit, it was almost unbearable. I woke up early, loaded snacks, juice, children, and my gigantic double stroller. My husband was crushed because he had to work this weekend, but I was determined to get everyone there dressed and on time! So, I did not account for the forever long train right? No worries we will still make it on time, then oh crap, the parking was a nightmare. Okay, so we may be like two minutes late. Everyone is out, kids in the stroller, cleats are on, and BOOM, rain starts coming down in sheets. No worries, I will not let a little rain stop me. So I push my two kids (including my 50lb 7 year old) in the stroller through thick mud and rocks, while Landon jogged along happily getting soaked. We reach the field and his team, the children ran gleefully around, getting muddier by the minute, but loving every minute.

I stood there ill prepared in my t-shirt and shorts freezing! But ready to go. Then the other team never showed up. Then the rain came down harder. Then even harder. Then I hiked back to my minivan in thicker mud and giant puddles. Loaded the kids back up, got in my van, turned on the heat, and watched a movie for 45 minutes until traffic cleared out. I sarcastically asked Landon how he liked his first game. "It was AWESOME," was his response. Today, I am officially a soccer mom.