Soccer Mom

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Okay, I am, once again, a soccer mom. At least for right now. Unfortunately, my son (who is wonderful at so many things) sucks horribly at soccer. Today, Eli’s British Soccer Camp started. Luckily, I get excited by little things. I was just happy when I showed up, and saw that this year his coach at British Soccer Camp is actually British. Woo hoo! Either that, or he does a really good accent.

Eric is off this week, and he is the one taking Eli to soccer. Georgia and I came in a separate car. I thought we could stay until she went crazy. We were there about three minutes. The second she spotted Eli on the field, she screamed, “EEEEELLLIIIIIII!!!!!” and started sprinting toward him. Eric tackled her and drug her back to me. She was kicking and screaming loudly, very pissed off that she couldn’t go play with her brother.

Georgia and I left to run errands. When the boys got home, Eric waited until Eli was out of the room and said, “You are going to have to take him. I don’t think I can watch him every day. It is just too painful.”

I didn’t think it could possibly be that bad. I was wrong. Apparently, Eli wouldn’t kick the ball or throw the ball. He stood there looking bored, and at one point he actually laid down on the soccer field. When he did get up, it seems that he pulled down a low hanging tree branch and began hitting the other kids in the head.

*Sigh*

Eli’s the one that actually wanted to take soccer again this summer. I am now wondering exactly why. Luckily, it just lasts one week. After we muddle through it, we plan to try something different for the fall. Eli has expressed interest in hockey, and I thought he might like basketball. I am determined to find something that he likes other than decapitating the other children with a tree branch.