So Adrianne and I are homeless right now and living at Jordan's house. Tonight was soccer night. Both Cameron and Tyler had games so Jordan and Mike went to Cameron's game to coach and Adrianne and I went to Tyler's game to try to do the Soccer mom thing. Totally freaky experience. First of all I get really into sports and I tend to trash talk the opposing team and cheer really loud and obnoxiously for my team. So as you can imagine I was loudly complaining about the difference in size between the purple team and the white team. Tyler played for white and was the tallest kid on the team. Everyone else was really small. The purple team was full of monsters who were fast and good at dribbling and even scoring. They won.
The worst part was that Adrianne put me in charge of treat duty. Everyone knows that all the kids are out there pretending to have their heads in the game but all they think about is the treat they will get at the end. Well after counting 14 white jerseys about 10 times I finally conceded that we didn't have enough treats. We had 12 rice crispy treats and 10 capri suns. Luckily as I was running out the door to the game I grabbed two chewy granola bars to eat during the game to tide me over till dinner. So I added the granola bars to the treat pile and decided that 2 kids would have to have a granola bar instead of a capri sun. That still makes 12 and 12. We were still short treats for two kids. Well, Adrianne and I decided that we'd grab Tyler after the game and ask him if he could hold out till we got home and we'd get him a different treat. That still left 1 kid without a treat. So we decided that we were sure that at least one kid would maybe not want a treat or that they would be in a hurry and their parents would run off with them before the treats were handed out.
I spent an hour worrying about this and begging Adrianne to take the responsibility and whining that I was just not soccer mom material. We debated who was most "soccer mom" worthy and SHE would have to be the one to handle the treat fiasco. Adrianne says, "Maggie, you are 24. You could have kids of your own by now. I'm 19." I said, "Adrianne, you have a boyfriend and are closer to being married and having children than I am." She said, "Maggie, you served a mission and are therefore much more capable of handling this..." I SHOULD have said, "Adrianne your major is Recreation Management and Youth Leadership. Therefore this is exactly what you study. You HAVE to do it." but instead the whistle blew and the game was over. Adrianne shoved the treats in my hands and said, "Go Maggie. You can do it!" I was freaking out.
I walked slowly over to the white team and I pretended to be all confident and stuff. I grabbed Tyler and asked if he would wait to see if we had enough. He said sure. I then held out the treats and started asking the kids if they wanted one. I had a few takers but realized the kids' hands were so full they were dropping everything. FULL OF TREATS!! Some other mom had beat me to it! Granola bars and Sqeez-its! I couldn't believe it! I was getting the dirtiest looks from the moms and dads and coaches. Why was I out there giving out double doses of sugar!!! And who was I? They didn't know me. I could have been some psycho woman out trying to drug up their kids! Well it turns out the other "mom" didn't have enough treats either and so she was glad I was there. I still walked away with extras. Then she very politely tried to ask me who I was and why I was there trying to give out treats. SHE was in charge of treats. I said I was there representing my sister who was Tyler's mom and that she had asked me to hand these out. The lady was confused but polite and I felt so idiotic.
Adrianne and I walked back to the car with Tyler and I ate a rice crispy treat while I explained that I would be the most bomb mom ever.
The worst part was that Adrianne put me in charge of treat duty. Everyone knows that all the kids are out there pretending to have their heads in the game but all they think about is the treat they will get at the end. Well after counting 14 white jerseys about 10 times I finally conceded that we didn't have enough treats. We had 12 rice crispy treats and 10 capri suns. Luckily as I was running out the door to the game I grabbed two chewy granola bars to eat during the game to tide me over till dinner. So I added the granola bars to the treat pile and decided that 2 kids would have to have a granola bar instead of a capri sun. That still makes 12 and 12. We were still short treats for two kids. Well, Adrianne and I decided that we'd grab Tyler after the game and ask him if he could hold out till we got home and we'd get him a different treat. That still left 1 kid without a treat. So we decided that we were sure that at least one kid would maybe not want a treat or that they would be in a hurry and their parents would run off with them before the treats were handed out.
I spent an hour worrying about this and begging Adrianne to take the responsibility and whining that I was just not soccer mom material. We debated who was most "soccer mom" worthy and SHE would have to be the one to handle the treat fiasco. Adrianne says, "Maggie, you are 24. You could have kids of your own by now. I'm 19." I said, "Adrianne, you have a boyfriend and are closer to being married and having children than I am." She said, "Maggie, you served a mission and are therefore much more capable of handling this..." I SHOULD have said, "Adrianne your major is Recreation Management and Youth Leadership. Therefore this is exactly what you study. You HAVE to do it." but instead the whistle blew and the game was over. Adrianne shoved the treats in my hands and said, "Go Maggie. You can do it!" I was freaking out.
I walked slowly over to the white team and I pretended to be all confident and stuff. I grabbed Tyler and asked if he would wait to see if we had enough. He said sure. I then held out the treats and started asking the kids if they wanted one. I had a few takers but realized the kids' hands were so full they were dropping everything. FULL OF TREATS!! Some other mom had beat me to it! Granola bars and Sqeez-its! I couldn't believe it! I was getting the dirtiest looks from the moms and dads and coaches. Why was I out there giving out double doses of sugar!!! And who was I? They didn't know me. I could have been some psycho woman out trying to drug up their kids! Well it turns out the other "mom" didn't have enough treats either and so she was glad I was there. I still walked away with extras. Then she very politely tried to ask me who I was and why I was there trying to give out treats. SHE was in charge of treats. I said I was there representing my sister who was Tyler's mom and that she had asked me to hand these out. The lady was confused but polite and I felt so idiotic.
Adrianne and I walked back to the car with Tyler and I ate a rice crispy treat while I explained that I would be the most bomb mom ever.
We paused the heated discussions every once in a while to snap a few weirdo pics.
Seriously, she puts up with so much from me.
