Fun? At a Soccer Game?!?

Okie dokie, life sucks the big one, but since I am not allowed to voice my true feelings, I am going to just swallow all of my anger and keep it buried deep inside until I literally explode in a few years. If I cared enough, then that would be my fate, but I choose when I am going to be made to feel bad about myself, not anyone else. It does not matter what anyone says to me, I don't have to let it get to me. In order for their words to hurt, I have to respect their opinions. If you are a follower why would I want to follow you? Leaders are to be followed not cowardly echoers who couldn't have an original thought to save their lives. Wow, I bet that would be pretty close to my true feelings. I guess I'll just sit here and wait for the lightening to strike me down. Oh, and by the way, I was informed that I am not contributing. Until I can show a paycheck I am not to spend time doing anything except what is needed for the family. Yeah, right...I'll take that under advisement.

I had a blast at Lex's soccer game today! I didn't really watch the game. I'm not even sure how Lex even did, other than he was goalie for the other teams lone goal. That's my boy! Knowing Lex, he probably thought that score was the best part of the game. He is really not very competitive. I shaved his head this afternoon and I can't tell him apart from the rest of the team. I swear at least half of them have blond hair and they are all wearing yellow and they keep running around. I got confused. It was a beautiful day. Eddie was actually very cordial to Aunt Jackie and Uncle Dave. She was talking up a storm which has not been her M.O. lately... obviously. I have a feeling it was because they had their dog Augie along. She loves dogs. The rest of the time she was occupied playing with two other little girls. Yay! She is adorable but she never stops talking. It was nice to get a tiny respite. I was able to have some adult conversation. One of the other fathers and I talked for most of the game. It's funny how little things can make me happy. People say, "Look, there's Andie, she'll be your friend forever if you just talk to her for a few minutes! She's so tired of playing house and commenting on doll hairstyles and coloring 'just a few more' pretty pictures". Pretty sad, eh? Oh well, I'll take what I can get and run with it. At least I'm not the crazy lady across the field bitching about the refs and screaming at her kid to hustle. I may not have watched a whole lot of the game, but I was there and that's what counts, right? Oh, just smile and nod, we don't want to set off my mom guilt again, do we?