Today was the Sniglet’s first soccer game! Also his second, third, and fourth games, since they decided to spring a tournament on us. Would’ve been five games, but one team didn’t show up. Fortunately, each game was only 13 minutes long, as suits the attention spans of a bunch of galloping six-year-olds (or 9-year-olds, in the case of the tournament winners, who were gigantic). But still. We were missing the Handball World Cup, and our kid spent most of his time on the bench. This made us mad. He didn’t decide to be upset about it, though, and therefore we are not going to bring it to his attention. Dang, this parenting business can be tricky.
We did get home in time to catch the last 8 minutes of a pretty exciting handball game, though, and of course if you’re only going to get 8 minutes, the last 8 are probably the best.
And tonight’s the Super Bowl! Kickoff’s at, like, midnight, gah. The kids have to get up at 7 for school, and I just signed up for a yoga class because I’m tired of being a blob, so I can’t even crash once they’re gone – I have to go somewhere. Poor planning on my part. So I dunno. Of course, if I cared about either of the teams playing, it’d be a no-brainer, but the Bears beat my Seahawks! Raar! I know, I know, once your team’s knocked out you root for your division or conference or whatever. That’s a guy rule, though. And the Colts are traitors, defectors, bleh. Teams that abandon their cities do not deserve to have fans. Moving to the suburbs doesn’t count, but changing states definitely does. You hear me, Sonics?
Song du jour of the day: Are You Sure? by Aretha Franklin.
