Manic Monday - Drop

This week’s Manic Monday word is Drop. Be sure to check out It’s A Blog Eat Blog World – the Manic Monday HQ – for more information on how to participate.

As I mentioned before, last week was Eli’s British Soccer Camp. First, I would just like to point out that Eli is the one who asked to play soccer. We really didn’t enroll him in it just for the torture.

It soon became obvious that soccer was not Eli’s forte. Usually he would stand off to the side and swing his arms back and forth. Occasionally he would run in the general direction of the other children.

But sometimes he would just sit down in the middle of the field.

(Sidenote: These pics were taken on "dress your coach up wacky" day.)

Some of the other children did not take well to this. The ages of the children in the group were 4-6, and I was surprised at how competitive some of them were already. A few minutes later, the man sitting next to me about broke my ear drum while screaming at his daughter from the sideline because she wasn’t playing to his satisfaction. That explains sooo much.

But I digress. At one point, I thought there was going to be mutiny on the team because Eli just flat out refused to kick the ball. Coach Simon even tried to get Eli to throw the ball in from out of bounds. He would just hold the ball, and refused to drop it.

One girl on the team in particular really pissed me off. This little girl’s name was Patience. She went up to Eli and started calling him a baby and told him he had on a baby watch and then she pushed him. That got me out of my seat.

Luckily, Coach Simon broke them up pretty quickly because Eli started pushing back. And me? Well, I was ready to run out on the soccer field and drop kick the little bitch. I looked at Eric and said, “Did you hear what that little bitch said to Eli?” Eric looked completely alarmed and gave me the loud whisper, “Be quiet! Her mother is right over there.”

“Oh yeah?” I said. “Good! I hope she hears me. She needs to teach that little bitch some manners.” That’s about the point when Eric walked away from me. I calmed down for a little while. Then Patience started up again. Grrrrr.

After the game was over, Eli told me he didn’t like Patience because she was mean. I probably didn’t give the most appropriate response. I said, “Well, honey, I wouldn’t worry about it because Patience is a little bitch, and she’s probably so stupid that she’ll never pass kindergarten.” Eric just shook his head.

So, someone please give me some advice. Obviously, I am very sensitive to any sort of bullying, and Eli hasn’t even started school yet. What is the correct way to deal with the situation when all I want to do is drop kick an evil child or bitch slap her mother?

(Now, just for fun I have to throw in a photo of the flag that Eric and I Eli spent so much time working on. Eli was on Team Italy.)