Mondays and Wednesdays are insane for the Zoot household. They are soccer days and they are EVIL and make us all GRUMPY because it is nothing but running and no time to even EAT, much less sit and be lazy like we all like to do. Today? MrZ goes straight from work and picks up LilZ at daycare and takes him home where HE gets ready for the gym and LilZ gets dressed for practice. MrZ then drops LilZ off at practice and heads to the gym. I stop by the fields on the way home from work (sweaty and NASTY) and pick LilZ (also sweaty and NASTY) up from practice, and we are all home, starving to death, by about 7pm. So usually, we treat ourselves to dinner on the way home from soccer practic. Monday? It was BBQ and catfish. Yum.
But it always makes me wonder, how in the HELL do people with SEVERAL kids in SEVERAL different sports do it? I mean, we can BARELY do it with one kid and one sport. Are those families given extra time in a day? Do they depend on the “my friend can take me and pick me up” avenue? Are they really pawns of SATAN and therefore have manipulations of time I don’t have? I think it’s the latter.
And don’t ask me if I get any housework done, because I don’t. I mean, the necessities are done: Laundry and dishes are clean. But, floors mopped? Hell no. Baseboards dusted? You’re joking, right? And don’t even ask how our progress in the nursery is going.
I’m thinking that organized sports seasons are actually evil periods of time where the masters of the universe are testing the limits of parents over the world. “How much can we push them until they lose theire freakin’ minds?” When things really become tragic? Is when two seasons OVERLAP. For TWO kids in the family. Those are dark times. I’m not looking forward to those days. That’s for sure.