CCQ Rules!

Lex, Eddie and I are at Los. I think I am starting to make a habit of this. There are worse habits. I know, I've had many of them at one time or another. Talk about an addictive personality. I'm guessing I don't like change. The kids had soccer games tonight. Max called me and asked if I would stop and pick up some CCQ for him. I didn't say when, so we are going to enjoy our dinners and bring his food home when we are done. I'm beginning to like soccer season. Even with all of the running and losing of uniforms and freaking out not knowing if it is my turn for snack or not. It's nice to be able to just sit, relax, talk to other grown ups, and watch the kids play. What would I be doing at home anyway? I'd probably be stressing out about one thing or another and getting all upset because there is too much to do and not enough time in the day. Maybe there would be a little more time to finish my projects if I would stop writing this, eh? Eddie played her game without too much incident. She insisted on hanging out in the goal every time she was on defense. When the other team was coming in for a score there were four of them in the goal. The goalie and the three defensive players. They were all standing next to each other and basically just took up the entire space. The ball just bounced right out of the box. Another time they were going to kick the ball and they wanted everyone behind the white line. Where was Eddie? Actually hanging by her knees from the top of the goal. I'm so proud! That's why I don't stress over sports. These people are yelling at five year olds about their soccer techniques. I know, practice makes perfect and losers never win and all that crap but five? Give me a break! I think they need to be a little bit older before you can decide if they are going to be a soccer phenom or not. I suppose a lot of parents have already decided before their children are even born what they are going to do with their entire lives. Which would make five pretty much late on their time scale. I am a firm believer in just letting the coaches tell the kids what to do. Half the time the parents don't even know what they are talking about. They tell their kids to do something stupid. Their kids listen and then it the kids fault. At one of Max's games recently one of the parents yelled out, "Pick it up"! I'm assuming to the goalie and one of the players from the other team picked up the ball. I don't know what people expect, if I was a kid on the field and adults are yelling at me I would tend to just do what I was told. Live and learn. They will eventually have to figure out that their parents don't know everything and I'm guessing that the soccer field is a pretty good place to find that out. Lex's game was fun too. The parents have been banned from sitting in the players side of the field so we were all sitting under the trees in the shade. It was damn hot. We are so far away from the field it hardly pays to cheer. The kids can't even hear us. That's okay, 'cause as I'm pretty sure I might have mentioned, it was too damned hot anyway! I think the Los after the game habit should continue the entire season, in fact I'm pretty sure I'd like to carry it well into the post season! That might be the CCQ talking! I love CCQ!