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Tryptophan Induced Coma

Posted: 11/24/2010 in life

So back in the day (before my parents abandoned us for Sunny Florida) We used to spend the whole week of Thanksgiving baking, cooking, laughing & listening to Christmas Music. I’m talking Bing Crosby, Brenda Lee, Elvis old school type stuff.(Even my Grinchy Father couldn’t dampen our spirit).

I haven’t been in the mood this week to do any of it. In fact I feel pretty Blue today. I made a mix 2 years ago of the music Mom liked and played for us. I put it in my truck this morning thinking “hey maybe this will put me in the mood”. WRONG…I was almost in tears by the 3rd song. I miss my parents especially around the Holidays. Family is a big theme throughout and if it weren’t for Walker, the kids and some CLOSE, like family neighbors and my Best Friend I’d probably spend the Holidays in bed cranky and sad.

So tonight, my sister and a mutual friend are coming over to help me bake (I host Thanksgiving every year) and I vow to try my hardest to have fun, enjoy the company, the task and possibly the music. I wish the Dr had prescribed the xanax when I asked for it. Stupid anxiety has me all screwed up this year. I may switch Dr’s just to get anxiety meds. I’m tired of feeling like this.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow.

Over the past 10 years as a Mom I always saw these Mothers spread too thin, disheveled, complaining of little time and little rest. I always said I would NEVER ever be that Mom. The soccer team manager, the PTO lady, Classroom volunteer etc.

Since August/September my Mom resume has included:

  • Travel Soccer Team Manager
  • PTO Mom
  • Classroom Volunteer
  • and Staring Early Nov. Church Choir for Christmas Mass.
  • and up until Oct Breast Cancer Walk Team Captain
  • Toddler wrangler and all around Tantrum Prevention
  • and work at a real job

so yep, I’m that Mom. ha ha ha Granted I am rarely visibly disheveled and always try to look my best while spread so thin.

Soccer ended last Sunday. It was in general 10 weeks of hell. cry baby parents who think they know better but refuse to volunteer any time yet feel the need to tell the coaches how to coach and me how to manage.  It’s interesting the unrealistic expectations of parents who have only done pansy organized sports up to age 9. Travel is REAL and INTENSE and the coaches are no longer going to baby your sons. Time to buck up and build some character.

We had a kid who would take everything said to the team as a whole personally.  He would cry to his Mother and she would in turn call the coaches complaining about the way they spoke to the kids and demanding an apology. Keep in mind the worst they have ever said was: guys the defense fell apart this game, you need to start implementing what we learn at practice because as a team we are not playing well at all on game day.

Really? Thats it? Football coaches call their players at any age “girls” sissy’s” “old ladies” “losers”…they are made to do push ups and run when being punished and made to cry on field and deal with it. I think This kid and this Mom need to get over it or not be in Travel Soccer come spring. All 3 coaches and myself have had it with his Mom. The coaches do not need to coddle your kid, you need to stop coddling him and help him turn that worry into motivation, learn to deal with it and it will help you in your entire life deal with difficult situations.

I can totally see this kid at his first job at 16, Mom my boss yelled at me and it made me sad. The Mom calls the boss and demands an apology. Get Real you pain in the ass!! I called my kid Sophia (circa the Golden Girls) for a week after he kicked shitty in a game. He laughed and shrugged it off.

So here’s a VERY full glass of lemonade and HALF sweet tea vodka to the end of the season, see you dumbasses at the end of February with a steel spine and better resolve for your drama 🙂

Hope all is well in Blog land, it’s time for me to once again go play catch up with my favorites 🙂