There, I said it. It's out there.
I might have wanted to write a blog post, had I been enjoying a leisurely Sunday morning - one which included ample amounts of sleeping in, reading The New York Times and consumption of pastry (or two). But instead, I found myself waking up at the un-Godly hour of 5:30 so that I could leave my house at 6:30 to bring Josie to games three and four of her Memorial Day Soccer Tournament in New Hampshire.
(photo taken months ago as evident from the noticeable sunshine)
Game Three was scheduled for 8:00am and Game Four was scheduled a miserable three hours and forty minutes later at 12:40pm. And to add insult to injury, it was freezing cold, gray skied and alternating between mist and actual rain. And to FURTHER add insult to injury, the game that we waited - huddled in the car to avoid the wintery weather and the rain - over three hours to play was a match between the club's U9 A Team and Josie's B team. Which means that it was basically a practice, only at a field an hour away from our town and one in which we paid hefty tournament fees to participate in.
Games One and Two of this tournament were no better. It rained steadily the entire time Josie and her team mates were summarily beaten by a team of girls who looked like they ate radio-active vegetables all their lives. Has anyone seen the Vince Vaughn movie "Dodgeball"? Well, most of the girls on this team reminded me of Bernice. I think the final scores were 11 to 0 and 10 to 1.
And so having told you all this information, I'm ready for my big confession and I hope all you sports-mad people will forgive me: I am completely over sports for this school year.
COMPLETELY OVER THEM, PEOPLE!!
This former violin-playing, coach potato has reached her maximum limit for sports in one year - and that includes sport matches on tv.
I'm done with sitting on frigid, wet playing fields, I'm tired of listening to all the crazy sport-parent politics, I'm tired of listening to nutty parents who coach their children from the sidelines. I'm tired of washing water bottles and uniforms and checking to make sure that child-packed bags contain the appropriate sport items. I'm tired of the scheduling and the carpooling and the scrambling to find rides. I'm tired of the long drives to remote places that I would never visit were it not for sports.
I'm ready for summer. The kind of summer where the only matches I have to watch are between two of my forever-squabbling offspring over who had more guacamole or had the longest turn with The Good Boogie Board.
I'm in the midst of an official Sports Snit and I think the only remedy will be to go cold-turkey from sports for a month or two.
Alas. Soccer season isn't over yet - and between them, our girls play on three soccer teams. And lacrosse season isn't over yet either - another three teams there. My cure for my sports breakdown will have to wait until July. Right before sports camps begin.