I hate soccer. Max is playing soccer again this year because I thought it would be more organized then last year. This year Max was old enough to be on a team and actually play "games." Kinda- they play three on three and don't have goalies. I am fine with that, but I object to the fact that they only had two practices before they started playing games and only play games now. Max had NO time to learn any fundamentals. I think he would be more inclined to join in if he knew what to do. The team is therefore dominated by the kids who have older siblings to teach and play with them. So yeah, I could teach him myself, even though I don't know how to play soccer, I suppose I could you-tube it. The problem lies in when. When am I going to fit this in. I am already stressed trying take care of the other two, clean house, cook dinner, pay bills, teach Max to read, reclaim my yard from the weeds. I just can't fit in soccer practice. You would think that would be what his SOCCER team is for.
Oh man I had a whole paragraph here about how all the mom's on the team are soccer mom barbies. The ladies with designer sunglasses, perfectly coifed pony tails and 2 percent body fat, but it would seem that Mae has managed to delete the whole thing and I am waaaay to tired to go into it again. Let me just say that I have a feeling that I am the standard that they all hold themselves above. Thinking things such as, "Man, if i ever come to my kids soccer game without my mascara on or in flip flops I will have failed as a mother. " I would be fine if there was just one other mom on the team who wasn't styled to within an inch of her life.
Above are the treats I made for them team tonight. I got the idea from pinterest. (The most evil and addicting site on the internet.)
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Jeff played soccer a couple of years when he was in 4th or 5th grade. Maybe he still remembers so he could teach Max.
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