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Redneck Alert

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, 


and momma hasn’t recovered from today’s classroom Christmas party (or grandpa’s birthday party last night)…



=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. 


Yep. That’s us. 

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). 

=WIN. 

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