Games, Sports

Super Bowl 52 and why we are sad

Jack and I wanted the Patriots to win. I’m from MA and the Patriots are my team. Even though I rooted for the Raiders my entire life because they had “cool” black and silver uniforms.

Also my first Super Bowl (well, the first I paid attention to) was XV, Raiders vs. Eagles. The Raiders killed the Eagles 27-10 and I was always so happy about the Eagles losing. And Jim Plunkett.

So this year, I’m kinda going back to my roots as a Masshole, and a hater of Philly. Hater for no other reason than me remembering what it felt like to be 13 and rooting for a winning team.

We were sad to see the Patriots lose. It was another good game and we were hoping for the same ending as last year. Woulda been great Tom!

me: Jack, what are you doing up there… bedtime!

Jack: Drowning my sorrows…

He was upset that the Patriots lost, and apparently there are a lot of rude Philly fans in 8th grade.

Jack: They’re all gonna be so obnoxious tomorrow. Sigh.

me: Ignore then.

Jack: You’ve obviously never been in 8th grade.

Obviously. Haha.

Play, School, Sports, Tae Kwon Do, Uncategorized

Sunday Funday & a stressful week.


It’s been a busy week. Ok it’s been a busy month! So many activities and sports and parties and stuffffff!

Jack: I never have a free night!!! I have soccer practice Tuesday and Friday, then taekwondo Tuesday and Thursday, then games on Saturday and then your classes and homework!!!

me: You were free Wednesday remember? I skipped my class.

Jack: But all I did was worry about all the stuff I was going to HAVE to do the rest of the week! I’m too stressed!

me: Sigh.

Sports, Uncategorized

And the circus music plays

Did you ever have one of those mornings where when you finally get in the car, you wonder what the hell just happened? I’m sure you have. It’s like it all happened so fast and so many things all in the span of about 45 minutes? Is that it? I mean it felt like I don’t know, 3 hours or something, but when I look back it was really just 45 minutes.

So, if there was ever a question of whether or not women should be allowed to fight in real wars, I think we’ve proven that we do that every damn day! Not that I condone wars of course.
The list of what really happened:

1. We overslept. I know my alarm was set, and I know this is a school vacation week, but we did have to get to camp by a certain time and we were just running a bit late today.

Jack: Aaaarrrgghhh! You never set the alarm and now we’re going to be late oh my God it’s the worst day ever I have no time for anything!

2. I had a very intense personal call that I HAD to take. 

Jack: Oh and by the way, I know who you were talking to, and I heard the entire thing, so if you’re trying for privacy you might want to go somewhere else!

3. I was trying to get ready as fast as I could, and asked Jack to make himself some cereal to make the morning go a bit faster, but he insisted that we had to only communicate via walkie-talkie.

Jack: Mom, push the button! I can’t hear you!

me: Gah! I said (remembering to push the little button!) that you have to get a water bottle and your soccer ball as soon as you’re done eating!

Jack: Oh my volume was turned down so I didn’t hear any of that. What?????

me: Sigh.

4. I went in the kitchen and made Jack some egg whites to go with his cereal and then we heard the yowling coming from the living room.

Jack: Mom! Bella is going to barf! All over the rug!

I grabbed some paper towels and ran to chase her around the house until she finally yakked her guts up … Thankfully quite nicely into the paper towel! Yay! As I turned away I could hear her start again but yes I caught that one too. A nice warm blob of barf in paper towel all for me. How appetizing.

(Mind you my hair is still in a towel, I have no makeup on, and I’m still wearing my pajamas, at this point)

5. Next I got ready as fast as I could remembering to give Jack his allergy spray, two inhalers and to have him brush and fix his hair. So many details!

Jack: I’m not doing this inhaler because I feel better.

me: You feel better because you’re using that inhaler. Do it please.

Jack: if I needed it I would do it.

me: This is why we’re late… All the arguing. 

Jack: Mom you forgot to push the button! (Yes we’re still only talking via walkie talkie) 

6. I asked Jack to try on my old indoor soccer shoes since this was a turf field we were going to.

Jack: They fit perfectly!

me: Ah sweet bliss something is going right. (I mistakenly walk out of the room to brush my teeth)

Jack: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHGGGG! THERE’S A STUPID THING IN THIS SHOE THAT FEELS WEIRD! 

me: Oh geez Jack just push it down it’s fine.

Jack: NOOOOO IT WONT GO DOWN I’M NOT WEARING THESE AND I CANT GET THEM OFF!!!

me:They’re all knotted now sheesh!

7. Jack puts on his old rotten sneakers. I race around trying to get two items boxed up that I sold on poshmark. Gotta keep that 1 day shipping average going! I grab a protein drink from the fridge as Jack gets in the car. I hear the other worldly shriek of someone who just got stabbed.

Jack: AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH I THINK I CUT MY FINGER OFF!!!!!! Wwwwaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

(He comes running into the house from the garage with part of his thumb hanging off.) I’ll spare you the details of me trying to wash and put band aids on a cut of that magnitude. Everything I did was wrong or too slow or hurt or etc etc etc. “sob”. I glanced at the clock. We were late for camp and I was late for work).

8. Yes it goes on! We get to the field with Jack trying to control the pain and his tears. 

Jack: I can’t go out there looking like this! 

me: Wipe your face. Get your coat and your goggles.

Jack: I’M NOT WEARING A COAT OR GOGGLES ITS JUST CAMP!

me: Not debatable.

(Jack hops out of the car with no coat. After I sign him in and the wind rips through his body he runs back to the car for his coat.)

Now I get to drive away and go to work for a break. Wait, I have to leave work in 2.5 hours to pick him up! I start to cry….Wahhhhhh!

I picked Jack up at noon. His team was wining the scrimmage, he had made new friends and it had warmed up outside. He was happy and talkative and tired. Whew. It all worked out.

Jack: You forgot to pack a snack. Everyone had one except for me.

me: Sigh.

Sports

Soccer Saturday

I finally became a soccer mom this year! I always wanted to be a soccer mom. Ever since the Halloween that I dressed in a soccer uniform (my actual college uniform) and strapped on a fake pregnancy belly, and thought I was so clever as everyone asked what I was dressed as. Oh I’m clever alright. Ha.

Considering I’ve been playing soccer since I was probably 10… Or younger… I could not wait to have a son or daughter that wanted to play MY sport. Oh I could teach them everything I learned over the years!!! I could practice with them! Sigh…

Two years ago I saw a summer soccer clinic hosted at my actual college which was probably managed by actual people that actually were there when I played at that school… And I signed Jack up without hesitation.

When I told Jack how very lucky he was, he flung himself on the ground in a tantrum the likes of which I had never seen. And, as you know, I’ve seen some doozies at my house. 

So, I let him calm down and waited a few weeks hoping he might come around. I emailed the camp to make sure he was registered and confirmed the start time. 

On the day of the camp I asked Jack if he wanted to play soccer, and he said yes! Until… He found out it wasn’t in the driveway with a nerf ball. He again flung himself on the floor and screamed that I was ruining his life! He was 7. Or 8. Did he even have a life to ruin yet? Geez.

I called the camp, defeated, and asked for a refund. 😦

So this year when all of Jack’s friends fell in love with soccer, so did he. And I became cautiously hopeful. Again. I wish I was still playing soccer. Really. And I guess I could, but the injuries and the lack of time, what with my martial arts classes like 4 times a week, make it kind of hard. Ugh. And it’s not easy to bounce back (when you’re above the age of 20) from a dislocated jaw (I was behind a guy as he flung his arms out to kick the ball in front of us), or a sprained ankle, (they put me against a guy with no arms, true story, and I was afraid to knock him down, so he knocked me down, having not been very afraid at all of my two working arms — and ovaries… Helloooo!), or the bloody swollen tops of my feet (from trying to get the ball away from 20-year-old Brazilian boys who clearly in their minds were in the World Cup at this very moment)… I could go on. But luckily for you I won’t.

I found myself at 7:30 am out on a chilly and wet, but beautiful, soccer field watching the boys on Jack’s team arrive, waiting for their 20-something coaches to show up. I organized the boys into a line and I jumped into the goal to let them take shots on me, and warm up. My sneakers got wet and dirty, and my hair frizzed out but I loved it!

We lost the game 8-5 or something very close to a football score. I yelled encouragement and pointers from the sidelines and I paced back and forth while the other parents huddled in their camp chairs. It was great!

me: Jack! You can move up a little but stay on that guy! That was a nice kick! 

Jack: Quiet wannabee coach!!!!! 

me: Sigh…

    
 

Conversations, Sports, Workout

Glass half empty? Or full of…

Jack and I took a 4-mile bike ride again this morning to get an egg sandwich and a donut (both him). I drank water. Too early for all that food!

We timed ourselves. 15 minutes there, 18 minutes back (lots of hills). Today we beat our arrival time and got it down to 13 minutes. Were we optimistic about the ride home?!!

Jack: Let’s just say we left here a minute earlier than we did and then we’ll get home quicker!

me: Uh…

Jack: Because I know we can beat the last time!

me: Oh so you’re optimistic, eh?

Jack: What does optimistic mean?

me: You don’t know? It’s like being positive about a situation rather than negative. (My little pessimist…) I thought you knew that?

Jack: I didn’t know. It’s not really that and I just want to say we left earlier because I don’t think we’ll beat the time, I’m just saying that.

me: Nooo, let’s be optimistic Jack! Think good thoughts and we can do it!

Jack: Well we’re not, so don’t pester me about all that…

me: Aaand now we’re pessimistic…

Jack starts riding home and along the way I sneak up behind him and pretend to bump his tire. He sees how close I am and squeals as he speeds up to get away from me. I do this a few more times because I like to hear him squeal with faux fright. 🙂

Jack: Okay we’re home. Time check. 

me: 7:42. 

Jack: 12 minutes! We beat our time! I’m getting so strong from the bike rides and taekwondo and sports camp!

me: Told you! You just had to be optimistic (plus my tire bumping helped.)

Jack: Yeah yeah but I’m tired now and there’s no way I’m walking this bike ALL the way up the hill…ugh I’m soooo tired and I’ll just do it later and I’m NOT going in the water at camp no matter what …

…And my glass-is-half-empty boy is back!  

 

Sports, Travel

Sk8tr Boy

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Jack: (to a bunch of girls) Hey I only have one minute left to show you what I’m gonna show you.

Small Girl: (whispers to an older girl) I think he likes her…

Jack shows the oldest girl a skateboard ramp trick. He waits for praise. The girl just looks at him and then does the same trick, but she goes higher on the ramp.

Jack: (nonplussed) Good job on your first try!

Girl: Actually I’ve done this before.

Jack: Oh then good job on your not-so-first try! Heh heh!

Girl: Hee hee. I live here all year so I practice a lot. Do you live here?

Jack: I’m only here one week a year, soooo…

Girl: Wow then you are really good!

Jack nods.

(He’s so smooth with the ladies).

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