Reason #4,328 that I am going to hell.

My kids play soccer. They love it. Thing 2 is especially good at it. He loves to get in there and take charge. Thing 1 plays soccer like I would play soccer...by standing in the end where there is no action and talking to her girlfriend. Cracks me up.

Why am I going to hell?

Because I *hate* soccer.

Seriously.cannot.stand.the.game.


If you know me at all, you'll know I love sports. Football, Hockey, Baseball and *coughcoughracingcoughcough*. I just cannot find any love for the soccer (I have, however, found the love for David Beckham).

Back to finding the love for soccer ~ I've tried. I am trying and I will continue to try...but holy hell, sitting through two hours of soccer is sheer HELL for me. I'd rather take a dry ass fucking by a carnie that hasn't showered in two days and recently had broccoli for dinner.

Wait.

That's gross.

ANYWAYS ~ While I loathe soccer and I bitch about it, my children think I *love* it and always will. I will go to their games/practices with my camera in hand, my cheering voice loud and clear and with Mommy hugs and kisses abound. It's part of motherhood. It's part of growing up and putting your kids' needs first.

Soccer still sucks though.

~ xoxo ~

***Disclaimer: Although the author of this post would rather get a pap smear by a shady doctor in a dark alley with a rusty spoon, it doesn't mean she's not going to innudate you all with photos of Thing 1 and Thing 2 in full soccer mode. Oh, and the Baby Boy Child going apeshit over the fact that there are hundreds of soccer balls in the field and he cannot keep them ALL TO HIMSELF.