I have officially become a soccermom! I feel the urge to go out and buy a HUGE car, a Suburban maybe? I don't know the car yet, and the only requirements are that it is larger than your car so that I can see around and over you. Ultimately, the time will come, I will drive over you if you stay in the carpool lane too long chatting about Danicing With the Stars with your friend who is leaning in your window, all camped out with a morning keg of coffee goodness. She ain't leaving- so I'm driving OVER! I 've still got kids in my car, screaming to get out (or wait, is that me screaming?) Whomever is screaming is not the point (because it is probably me). The point is, I actually work, full time! I need to buzz these kids in and get the heck out of dodge so that I can drive 2 hours away to begin my day. I don't have time for your idle chit chat through car windows while you are both decked out in your cutest tennis skirts (which tells me you have nothing else to do today except chit chat and maybe play some tennis later). I have to hit the road, drive to the end of the state and back so that I can get to the JV soccer game, get home, feed kids, cats, dogs, do laundry because those soccer uniforms aren't washing themselves, teach my kid Math and force him to read. Most importantly- force him to shower, take his meds and pee before bed. Finally, laundry done, soccer uniform is ready for tomorrow, homework is completed by both kids (I still smell stinky shoes). Ahhh peace and quiet now- for a moment. It starts all over again tomorrow.
I'm not a SoccerMom- I'm SuperMom.
(Certainly that calls for a much cooler car and a little respect in the carpool lane)
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