Monday, August 19, 2013


This post is not to brag or intended to be a whine fest about how much we had going on in this house the last two days.  However, I would like to document somewhere the feat that was accomplished this weekend.

(drum roll)

We had 11 soccer games this weekend...6 on Saturday, and 5 on Sunday.  Saturday included one 8am game and Sunday include three 8am games.  For each of these games, the kids had to be there 45 minutes early for warm ups.

Throughout all of this, kids needed to be fed and hydrated and on Saturday night three uniforms and one coaching uniform needed to be washed.  A certain 17 year old had to be given loads of attention because she wasn't the focus this weekend.  A certain 6 year old had to be entertained and convinced that 6 hours on a soccer field was fun and exciting.  The same child also needed to constantly be supplied with snacks and drinks to maintain the enthusiasm.  Two sets of grandparents also had to be coordinated with so they knew when and where all the games were.

Oh, and on Friday night I had to make a pasta dish (whipped up my pesto and penne with grilled chicken, tomatoes and artichokes) for a pot luck for M's new team AND sit around for 3 hours making small talk with parents and explain to them how I'm M's aunt and we have two 13 year olds and NO they are not twins.

AND on Saturday night K and I went to Jimmy Buffet.  Was this the smartest thing to do?  No, but we agreed to go with a bunch of friends months ago.  Do I really like Buffet and did I want to go? Not really, but K really wanted to go and it was nice to see friends--even if they were ridiculously drunk.  There is definitely nothing like being one of a few sober people amongst thousands and wishing fervently that I was home in bed with my book.  I was proud of myself for faking it, though, and trying to have a good time.

Oh, and we did make it to 5pm mass yesterday.  And I washed and folded three loads of laundry.

Did I mention I was on a soccer field at 7:15 am Sunday morning?

Applause may now commence.  I am still standing in disbelief that we actually made it through.


  1. 11 soccer games? You deserve a medal.

  2. Dang, Peg. You are a rock star. Seriously. 11 soccer games and a pot luck? The mind reels.

  3. BRAVO!!!!!

    And, now I ask, how in the WORLD are you still standing?!?!??