Soccer Season

Last night I had my first of many soccer nights. Over the next couple of weeks the kids will get their soccer schedules and find out who their coaches are and what fields they are going to play at. Luckily, Gwen declined to play this year or I would have two traveling kids which I could not handle. As it is, I have one traveling and two at two different parks the whole season and then Gus is in baseball. I was such an optimist when I said I ccould handle the kids by myself. I forgot about soccer season. Last night we missed dance class because Max had his first soccer practice and he was really excited. I made him promise that he would go next week because it is his last practice before the recital. At least dance will be over soon. I don't know why all of this stuff is always such a surprise. Every year we do the same things and every year I am completely unprepared when the time comes. I am always thinking I have all of the time in the world. We were discussing the schedules last night and here is what was decided. Chip gets to go to all of Max's games and I get the rest. I guess I should be happy he is taking anyone, right? I could be stuck with the disappointing stares of four kids instead of just three. I should stop complaining, this is how it has always been. I really don't mind driving them around otherwise I wouldn't have signed them all up. I actually get them to most of their games - on time even! It is just hard when you count on help and you can't get it no matter how much you need it. Maybe I'm the subject of some really cruel experiment where I'm being subjected to total insensitivity to my daily wants and needs just to see how long it will take me to crack. At least if that were the case, I would have an endpoint to look toward, but alas, I do not. The worst part is I am probably looking for something that doesn't even exist - so what is the point? According to the powers that be, I am just being too picky and sensitive. My biggest mistake was letting things go so far that they seem completely irreversible. Oh well, at least I will be too busy to care much over the next couple of months. That doesn't give me much solace. Yay, me!