My daughter played in a soccer tournament this weekend. Saturday morning it hovered in the mid-40's and Sunday in the mid-30's, and I, being a good mom, had my butt planted in a chair on the edge of the field, camera very nearly surgically attached to my face.
Unfortunately, the poor team had some big disadvantages. They normally play with eight players on the field -- the tournament used six players. The poor kids were passing the ball to players who weren't there. Not to mention the other teams there were infinitely better than the competition the team had faced in our county.
The first game was a disaster (and these 8-10 year olds were twice as big as our kids!) second game looked better, and they won their third game.
The good news is they didn't come in dead last, but even if they had, we'd have been proud of them anyway.
So we got home yesterday, exhausted. We've finally recovered -- the kids were in school today, and I had to run around getting medical documentation about the ankle fracture I sustained this past spring.
Now I'm catching up on e-mail and blogging. Keep your fingers crossed that I can get some writing done tonight!
(P.S. Cynthia, if you're reading this, I'm hoping to finish your crit tonight, too.)