My jaw is sore and I don’t know why. Perhaps I am tense. We flew the red-eye between Seattle and New York between Saturday night and Sunday morning.
There was an e-mail from AYSO saying there were more kids than coaches and unless some parents stepped up and volunteered and registered for coach or referee training our kids wouldn’t get to play soccer this spring. I had talked myself into the idea that learning the rules of soccer and becoming a referee would be good for me. Who doesn’t want to have official certification. I even considered law school at one point just for the real job certification. That reminds me, my CPR and Water Safety certifications have expired…
I’ve never played soccer, so I don’t know the rules at all and although I already go to most of my daughters games because I like to visit with the other parents. Being a referee would mean that I would have to go to all of the games and I wouldn’t get to chat with the other moms.
If I were a referee I would have to make calls about the ball in play and other parents would inevitably yell at me that I was wrong. The very thought makes my stomach turn, and yet, I was willing to do it. Thank goodness The Husband got a e-mail from the coach so we know My Kid is on a team. Hooray! Now I don’t have to volunteer!
…Now, I feel guilty because I’m a slacker!