When kids’ soccer season begins the week of Christmas, you’d better believe I’m getting there by the skin of my teeth.
Because Kyler’s buddy moves to a new state tomorrow, a Star Wars movie was promised to these boys,
=I am the mom of the boy showing up with his shin guards tucked beneath his BLACK DRESS SOCKS, no water bottle and sliding last into practice.
I make no apologies. Kyler wasn’t embarrassed in the least; he shrugged and said “well we made it” with a sheepish grin.
Lowered expectations abound this season, apparently. Plus fitting in only what counts (and not one thing more).