Here's to Hoping...

....that this giant bucket of cheese balls

will buy me some free time so I can get packing.

Our big move is 5 days away.

And I'm not ready.

In SO many ways.

It's Official....

....I'm a soccer Mom.

I won't pretend that the first "game" played out like I had expected it to.

I even had a clever and completely original post in my head.

It went something like this..

Smart Start Soccer Registraton- $28

Tiniest Shin Guards Known to Man-$5.99

Adorable Socks-$6.99

Watching Your First Born Son Score The Game Winning Goal-PRICELESS

Instead....

Upon arrival, the "coaches" informed the parents of the drills we would be teaching our children and gave us each a ball and sent us on our way.

In the middle of a park.

With 100 other kids playing on the swings and slides.

And birds flying around.

And sticks on the ground.

Hundreds. of. distractions.



Regardless, I kicked off my high heels and attempted to enlighten Jack with my vast knowledge of soccer moves.



Needless to say,

He picked up a lot of sticks.

Chased a lot of birds.

Begged to play on the playground.

And ignored me everytime I told him we would leave unless he properly demonstrated the way to do an overhead toss-in.



Yelling at your 3-year old in a crowded park-PRICELESS

You know its bad when......

.......your 3 year old says......

"Mom, I didn't put something too big to

flush in the

toilet.

I really didn't, Mom.

So you don't even need to look."

***************

"Jack, what did you put in the toilet?"

***************

(eyes welling up with tears)

"Nothing, Mom. I did't put any-fing in the toilet."

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Culprit:

Large plastic bag

I kept my cool and didn't punish him since he was already crying.

Then I turned around to wash my hands and saw 6 oreos in the bathroom sink.

After that, I think we had both earned a time-out.