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I am so glad that Oma and Opa got to watch the kids play several flag football games while they are here visiting.
[Real Life Version]
It really is great that they got to see so many games… but we have been on game overload! Due to the snowpocalypse we had last month there were several games cancelled and now we are making them up. (all of them in one week)
All games and no practice…
the big boys (the ones actually playing the games) have been in flag football heaven… but this momma has had enough!
Knowing my parents were coming, I envisioned my dad taking the boys to their practices and strategizing in the car on the way home. I thought it would be some great bonding for them. (Aren’t I sweet and ever so thoughtful? Of course this grand offer had nothing to do with me not wanting to trek the entire crew to the fields.)
However, instead of practices they became makeup games. So it has been a whirlwind of washing jerseys, finding socks, locating cleats in pairs, packing snacks and preparing activities for the littles.
First, let’s back it up to last weekend… they moved the games indoors since the fields were still too wet. At this time I should confess that I made 4 wrong turns just trying to get to the field (and yes, I have been there before… several times). Nothing says team spirit like a stressed out youngster and a directionally challenged mother.
Aside from being late, stressed and frustrated… the bigs were in heaven. They felt like hot stuff at the indoor facility!
However, it was rather torturing for the rest of us. Unfortunately, the facility echoes badly and the littles were
a nightmare a bit restless.
It even got to the point that we were paying them to run laps around the field.
When that got old, we tried snacks… FYI, white cheddar popcorn and artificial turf don’t blend very well. Oma was a genius and turned snack time into a baby bird feeding activity (mostly she didn’t want them to feed themselves because their hands were so filthy from the recycled tire dirt).
After enduring that lovely gaming experience we did round 2 on Wednesday and round 3 on Thursday. Oy!!
It was so windy that all things (including babies) were blowing away. Without going into further dramatic details of screaming babies, super loud and obnoxious toys (thank you Oma), and using body parts/banana peels/shoes as weapons… I packed up camp Spratt and left about 2 minutes into the game to take the
monsters babies home.
All this to say… it is possible to overdose on flag football.
Or was it the artificial turf?
I don’t know, but we have 3 games scheduled for tomorrow… Wish us luck.
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