In one of his podcasts, David Reidy mentions that he doesn’t mind his long public-transit commute to work because it gives him four hours of guilt-free knitting. Now of course I love to watch a gaggle of six-year-olds chase a ball around, and the Sniglet’s soccer practice doesn’t take four hours (though it does seem like it, sometimes), but yeah, I was kind of using it as an opportunity for a significant stretch of uninterrupted, guilt-free knitting time. But no longer.
The other mamas have started a little mama soccer team, they warm up and practice at the other end of the field, and then finish up with a game against the team that’s one level up from the Sniglet’s team – they’re like, 8 or so. So now, instead of knitting, I should be exercising, and oh look! there’s my opportunity right there.
SIGH *grumble grumble*
And now I’m committed, because I told Annette (one of the other moms) that I’d be there next week. I will go down in flames. Why, why, why did I say I would do this?
Oh, right. Because ~d sent me a bunch of candy bars and I’m starting to look like the Michelin Man.