Let's Go is simply not an option.....

As a mom, I want to protect my son at all times. But you want to let your child grow up and deal with situations on their own. Learn those valuable lessons that will teach them about the toughness of being an adult. Well sometimes when you are an angry Soccer Mom, you just want to grab your kid off the field and say "Lets Go"

I spent the past two years being so angry at a Coach for his inconsistencies, horrible coaching skills and pompous attitude. It literally became an unhealthy situation for myself. I sit here watching all of these movies and see Coach's that inspire, that lead kids through tough games and tell them to never give up. Even when faced with the possibility of losing 10-0. But I am faced with the Coach that sits down and watchs the game unravel and the children give up on the field.

You do your best to cheer them on as a parent in the stands and tell them "Stay On It", "Defend", "Move Up away from the box". Because you hate to see the kids give up on themselves and do what they can to get the next 35minutes of game time to go by as quickly. But then there is that moment that Coach stands up and yells as loud as he can to "DO Not move up!"  Sadness, Madness, Anger builds in side of me and I think to myself that now is the time to grab my kid and say "Let's Go!"
You see the looks on the other parents faces and the opposing teams parents faces and you are in disbelief. Why would you tell a child to basically give up and let the other team keep scoring on you.  So angry you get up and you leave the stands, saying "I'm out!" With the other parents trying to calm you down before you do grab your kid and leave for good.

I think to myself about the multiple times my kid was told he would be the one starting. Only to have it yanked come game time. I think of the times that my kid was ridiculed for going to private training or College ID Camps. As if it was a waste of time. I think of the many times my kid got in the car after practice so angry that he wanted to quit Soccer all together.  Then I think to myself - No Wonder we have a horrible ranking and record.  There is no Inspiration to be better, no reason to give 100% on the field or think about possibly playing a sport one day in College.
So you have that long talk on the way home about not giving up on your dreams, not worrying about what was told to you. The whole time your blood boiling down deep, because you just want to go scream and yell at the person that is making your child feel that way. But you have to let your child work through it and learn from it. You have to let them make the decision to quit or stay.

Being a parent is the hardest thing I ever had to. But being a Soccer Mom is the second hardest thing I ever had to do. I will spend the next two years doing all that I can to keep my son from giving up on his dreams. I guess that is all I can do. Since walking across the field and grabbing my kid to tell him "Let's Go" is simply not an option.

Endless Loads of Love

It would be a weekend, sleep in and enjoy some TV. Right? That's what most would think.
But do Moms get a day off?

This Mom sure doesn't. I spend most of the weekend catching up on a pile of laundry, only to have the boys clean their rooms and just as I see a glimpse of the bottom of the laundry basket. They fill it back up with laundry they "forgot" to put in the basket for the week. So then it's another couple of hours slaving and washing, drying, pre-treating, soaking, folding and handing over the pile of clean clothes, you hope will be put away where they belong. Only to see the next morning they are not in the drawers or hung up, but in a pile on the floor.

There is the one child that seems to keep every towel in the house in his room after he showers. You search endlessly through the clean pile of clothes for a towel to finally get a shower for yourself, and pretend you are on some beach far away from the madness of screaming kids. No towel to be found. You sigh, and take a deep breath. Walk in to said childs room and find a pile of musty towels in the corner. Mutter under your breath a few cuss words and throw them into the pile of dirty clothes. Wondering to yourself if you could possibly dry off with a washcloth, just so you yourself could get a shower and have some form of towel to dry off.

I can spend the week while they are at work and school doing a load a day, scrubbing toilets, doing the dishes, gathering the trash, cooking dinners, packing lunches, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming. Where does the paycheck come in? There is no paycheck. Mom's get the little peck on the cheek once in a great while to say Thanks.
You know they appreciate all you do. 

But what will this Mom do, go buy some towels and hide them under her bathroom sink. So she can dry off and enjoy a shower. That will be her pay for the hard work of the week.

Final Countdown for School to Begin!

There is nothing like the first day of school! Maybe not so much for the kids, but for the stay at home mom. The one who gets to finally have a few hours of peace. To maybe catch up on the chores or watch her favorite TV show without commotion.

I long for it. I am counting down the days for it. Does that make me a bad mom? I kind of feel a little bad. I love the boys. But those few moments of peace are everything!

During Summer Break, I cant even go to the store without text messages and phone calls of "Where are you at?", "Can you bring food home?", "Do you know where such and such is?" It is mind blowing that I cant go to the store some days without the peace.

But then you look at the fact that there are only a few days left and you have yet to get the eye exam you wanted to. Or dental appointment and cleaning scheduled. That the eight weeks of Summer Break went by and you took care of none of those things. So the mad rush begins. Look for School Clothes, Shoes, School Supplies, Backpack. Schedule last minute appointments. Then in a instant it is gone. You are left with a 7am drop-off at school.

The moment you waited for all Summer.......

There is no I in TEAM

Ever wonder why it is that some men have to protest the chores that they have done? Fine example, when hubby does things he likes to point them out.

"See i cooked Breakfast and Dinner, canned pickles..."

With a slight look of disgust, I have to decide if it is a pissing contest or if I even bother pointing out all of the things I did in the days time. But does doing the laundry, dishes, feeding and walking dogs, picking garden vegetables, and so on and so on, even count? Are those expected "Mom Duties"?

I think not!

Should the duties all fall on one person or does team work make a family a better dynamic? I think to an extent it should be teamwork. How can i be left to be sane and not feel like a maid of sorts, if I am the only one who sees the trash overflowing? Even when two kids just threw trash into the said overflowing trash can.

No it should be a team....

We are a family. If i am busy with other chores, why can one not cook dinner for the rest of us? Why can others not change over a load of laundry? Or take the trash out?

This could potentially be all of my own fault. I spent years being a control freak and not allowing the boys to do some chores, simply because it would not have been done to my standards. But as time goes on and I get tired in my older age, I regret not having them do those things. Even if they have to do it a few times to get it done right.

Now one prepares to go into the adult world and I am left to worry he wont know how to clean a dryer vent.

A Mad Soccer Mom

So here I stand in the kitchen, trying to enjoy just a few sips of coffee before the morning rush begins. Taking in that deep breath. Hearing footsteps upstairs and praying the teenage hormonal mood swings are at a low today. Let me tell you a little about myself first.

This is the Diary of one Mad Soccer Mom. I am not angry, by any means. But I may be going a little crazy from raising teenage boys. With just one child left in school now and hitting that dreaded 40 year old mark, life has seemed more hectic than ever. Between Soccer, getting the kids where they need to be, running a blog for local couponing, raising backyard chickens, having our house get hit by a random tornado. Lets just say it has been one crazy year!

I still have my 19 year old son at home. He just graduated high school and he does have a good paying job. So I really shouldn't complain too much there. But he eats like crazy! Or has the "I worked today, you take the trash out", those are the days my nose sneers up and I huff and puff. I think I raised a pig somedays when I look in his room. So I guess there are some complaints and some things that make me a Mad Woman. He thinks me doing all the household chores and running my other blog are not real jobs and do not count for dibs on who worked hard enough to take the trash out.

My youngest is the one that keeps me on the go though. Running through crazy Circle City traffic. Fighting the slow and fast and rude drivers on a daily basis. I admit this has given me quite the amount of some angry cussing and maybe a little road rage. Well, maybe a lot of road rage on some days. He plays soccer for his high school and running the 18 minute drive (10 on a good day with no speeding tickets) back and forth to the high school or the 30 minute rides up to the opposite side of town for training keeps me a Mad Soccer Mom.

Let me tell you a little backstory on this kid though. He is 15 years old and 6'4. That wouldn't be a problem if he had meat on his bones. Kid is skinny and tall. Period! Finding clothes and shoes are my daily struggle for him. Keeping food in the house to fill his hollow legs he apparently has is another struggle. But dealing with the 15year old mood swings, oh my! That is the real Mad Woman struggle. You don't want to whack your kid, but wow do I have to pray a lot, bite my tongue and some days just walk away and hope he makes it through puberty.

He has juvenile arthritis and when he is in pain, he is spiteful. I baby him, I admit it. He is simply a miracle child that deals with a lot. Me being a mom with Lupus can understand how angry he gets when people don't think he is sick by looking at him. I know the pain and I know how hard it can be somedays from my own personal experience. So yes, I baby him! Maybe too much. But that is for another discussion.

Now the husband, well I am not going to get into that one right now. He is a good man and has taken great care of us. Been there for me through my weakest points of Lupus and stood by my side when I had a stroke at 23 years old. I do love that man, but yes as most women I want to slap him somedays too.

Life gets hectic and sometimes you just have to laugh, cry or vent. So here is my Diary of a Mad Soccer Mom to do all of those things. Some days knowing you aren't the only crazy one is what gets you through the day!