Soccer season has started, or didn’t you notice? When the wind is blowing and there’s snow on the ground, but the tulips try to poke out of the ground (so the deer can eat them), that’s when it’s time for spring soccer to start.
But didn’t you just barely finish winter indoor soccer? you might ask.
Yes, we did. In March. And now it’s April and we’re into soccer full swing. Megan now has two practices and about two games every week. Which means that we she straps on the shin guards on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. She’s never happier. I went to a game last night in Lehi, and didn’t quite freeze my tail off, but it was close. I was wearing a jacket and a wool coat and scarf, with a blanket over me. I would have had gloves on if I could have found two in the car. Megan at least dressed warmly, this time, in a sweatshirt under her jersey and long pants under her shorts. I suggested leggins, but she scoffed loudly at that idea, telling me in no uncertain terms how stupid leggins are. Well, excuse me. Last Saturday, Ryan got up and went to her 8:30 am game, and even though I had told her the night before that it was indeed going to be cold and she’d better wear at the very least a long sleeved shirt under her jersey and long pants, she was out the door in her plain old uniform of shorts and a short sleeved shirt. By the end of the game, she was crying–she was so cold. Hopefully after that experience she will listen to me a little bit more when I give advice on how to stay warm.
We’re hoping that eventually spring will come, and we’re also hoping it happens before the entire season is over.
So, if you’re wondering where we are, we’re at soccer.
And, I have been complaining about soccer three nights a week. One more day, might just kill me off.
Every time I think about enrolling one of my boys in soccer, I just have to look at your family, and it talks me out of it. Thanks.