What Should Have Been - and What Was

What this should have been is a post about the cute banners the kids made about their favorite things - which started by Holly typing up a cute list of questions she asked herself and answered about herself.

What it is is something else.

We aren't doing soccer this fall. I think I'm so glad. I have been feeling guilty about it. I want them to be on a team, learn all those lessons you get from sports, make some friends outside of school... blah blah blah.

However - Holly coach, whom I really really liked, from last year, didn't come back this year. He took the boys from the team and is doing some kind of travelling league. He gave us the number to a guy who is taking the girls from Holly's team and doing a travelling girls' league - but that doesn't really work for us. And not really really loving either of the other coaches we got last year, adding in the late nights at the soccer field 3 times a week cutting into dinner and bath and bedtime, compounded by the even earlier morning routine we're on this year... sprinkle the cost of 3 fees plus gear... we're not doing it.

No one threw fits when I said we weren't.

I've mentioned trying to find Girl Scout troops for the girls - even contacted someone about it, but she hasn't gotten back to me...

Today we went to a Wednesday night function at church and I thought I was going to lose my mind from the whining. All 3 were obviously really tired. It was a talent show - a kick off for their weekly Wednesday night fun stuff they do - and we left with 3 acts to go. Granted, the humor was above kid level (aside from the first act who "whistled" through faces painted on their bellies) and there were quite a few lulls in the singing and dancing acts when the M.C. or an act just told jokes... it wasn't even entertaining for me since I couldn't listen to the acts for Alan talking or whining or running around. And when he wasn't doing something, Holly was complaining.

I got very little complaints about getting directly in bed when we got home.

I'm still hoping to get to go on other Wednesday nights - when the kids will get to do choir and crafts and I signed up for a class where I should get to knit or do something crafty.

It's 8:30 and even I'm ready to go to bed.

Saying No to soccer was definitely the right decision.