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!