Soccer

Do you remember years back when I complained about baseball? When my Small Fry social child feels the need to try the organized sport thing, and he drags us along kicking and screaming with him?

Well soccer was no exception.  A year ago, we finished rec, you know the fun easy, no coaching league. He changed his mind and set his sights on Challenge-the try out for it team. He made it. We had a rough start last fall, lots of kids who live and breathe soccer, came out of the womb with the middle name Pele. More parents for me to meet, groups of people I hardly knew to be social with. Screaming parents from the sidelines.

We finished this weekend with a downpour of rain for two days straight playing in a mud bowl. The team of 20 boys was split into two. A gold and silver, newbies on the silver so they could get more experience. That would be small fry. Long story short, his team was undefeated until this morning when we played a team we beat yesterday. It was a suspense filled game...0-0, first half, then 1-0 them, then 1-1 us, in the last two minutes. Down to a tie breaker, them 2-1, and us trying so hard to no avail. With yours truly yelling the loudest

Small Fry had been so determined, as was I. Two weeks ago the kid was on his bed crying saying he was quitting. He had a heart to heart with the coach (at my request) and changed his mind. Now who was being dragged kicking and screaming. We went to Sheridan for a  road trip just the two of us, it did his soccer confidence good, and for me a much needed break from work did my heart good.

I am a little sad to see it end for summer (see I said a little, not a lot). I have learned all kinds of vocabulary, like "man on", "go wide", "offsides", and "keeper". And that some soccer moms are down right fun to talk to. Some...

Congrats Small Fry, you may have not one first today like you wanted but you are first in my heart.

5 Days Away

It is so close I can almost smell it. Last week, a day with temps in the 80's. This weekend, lots and lots of rain to make everything green. 6 days until opening camping trip of the summer, camping list waiting to be drafted. Summer to do list drafted-with hopes that at least half of it gets done-that is the usual percentage of success. End of the year school events to close it all down.

5 days until no more students and summer officially here (even if I have to work a few days), and I can't remember a summer more deserved than this one.

Next week, flowers and planting.

Yes, so close now.

14 days

Well, here we are peeps, with 14 days left until summer freedom. I cannot even begin to describe how this year has been, except the desire to run and grab a Starbuck's application and become a barista has crossed my mind more than a few times. Many more.

14 days left until a summer spend with a child leaving middle school and going to high school and a elementary student going to middle school. Not sure who I am more worried about, Big Fry, Small Fry or me and my sanity. I think I am going to find my calm easy going son to be the one who gives me the gray hairs. Living with an overthinking person is just down right exhausting. Living with an over thinking tween is even worse. I hope we all make it.

I already have the box of hygiene supplies for the camper, looking at summer clothing and swim gear for the boat, and keeping track on the calendar until our first trip to camp in Pierre.

Yes, 14 days cannot come soon enough.