As I write this, it is 10:00pm on Thursday. It has been a long, exhausting day for a whole bunch of reasons. All plans went out the window as call after call came in with more news I didn't want to hear. It's been a night. I am in no mood to think, let alone to think of thankful things. But, as we are all learning, it is when we don't feel like it that we need to write them down. So, here goes.
(By the way, I wrote it Thursday, because I'm heading to Ohio Friday morning for the "We Made Dad Cry When None of Us Went Home for 4th of July, so We're All Going Home on August 10 to Make Dad Happy" party. I won't be jumping around commenting. Again. I'm an awful, not dependable* co-host. After this, I have no plans for travel in a long time. (Like you were all that disappointed that I wouldn't be commenting. (Humble is my middle name.))
On an unrelated but important note, Happy Birthday Hexagonal Patchwork!
This week, I'm doing it, even if I have to stretch to the farthest reaches of my imagination.
10 Things of Thankful, Soccer Edition
1. Soccer is a wonderful aerobic exercise. Unless your child has irregular heartbeats and sports-induced asthma. Then it's scary as all get out.
2. Soccer is a sport in which using your brain is just as (if not more) important as using your brawn. Which is very helpful, as my kids are all ridiculously scrawny.
3. It is a great game for spectators, since the action is fast, and the game has a time limit of 90 minutes. Only 60 minute games until they get to high school. Of course, soccer has some of the worst parent spectators in all the land, making it pretty darn miserable sometimes for those of us who are rational human beings. It's a great game for spectators who just want to be spectators and not coaches.
4. All of my kids absolutely love playing it. They find it to be spectacular fun. Except for those times they break their thumbs, get stepped on the face when diving for a ball, getting a concussion after being tripped from behind and falling to the ground, or doing a header and having their glasses go flying.
5. All of my kids absolutely love playing it. If only one of them chose a different sport, my brain would explode from trying to keep track of it all.
6. It can be played anywhere, anytime. All you need is a soccer ball and some grass. Until you are 40 and out of shape. Then you need to find another sport. Like badminton.
7. Playing on a team teaches them many life lessons. I can't even say what I want to say about this one. It's not exactly kind. Or PG.
8. I get to sit in a nifty foldable chair. That I carried half a mile to the field, along with, depending on the weather and number of games, an umbrella, blanket for each little boy, bag of stuff for little kids to do, food for everyone, and sometimes the bench for the team to sit on. (This one may border on the sarcastic instead of thankful. Sorry. I got a bit desperate.)
9. We have gotten to meet lots of wonderful families who care an awful lot about my kids. They far outnumber the not-so-wonderful families I've endured.
10. Soccer gives my kids something to bond over. There is a lot of soccer talk around here. And since COW and I have never played, and really don't have much of an idea about it, the kids really have these conversations on their own. On the rare occasion I open my mouth and say something about the way one of my kids played, the others hop all over me in defense of their sibling.
Done and done.
I feel a touch better.
This will be the last time I bore you all with soccer.
Because I'm upping the ante to $600. Surely they'll cave then.
Now, what are you thankful for? If you say soccer, I don't know what I'll do. OK, nothing. I won't do anything, seeing as I'm in Ohio, and I can't even make fun of you in the comments.
Have a lovely weekend!
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