As of last Saturday soccer is over.
Wait, did I just say that out loud??
Seriously though, Grace's face as she ran through the "parent tunnel" after the last game (below) pretty much summed up how I was feeling to be d-o-n-e. Done with soccer practices clear out in Timbuktu on Tues, Wed, Thurs AND Friday nights squelching out family dinner time and games filling up our Saturdays. Done with scrambling to gather game snacks and water bottles. Done with searching high and low for random lost soccer balls or shin guards. Done with Lucy screaming in the car as we drive to and fro.
Yes, we have had awesome carpools for both girls so we didn't have to drive out there that much but sometimes I feel like I'm just wading through molasses trying to get everyone where they need to be while trying to wait patiently for Lu to follow me and usually bringing along a gaggle of friends with Claire since it just happens that they're there when we need to leave.
Was it worth it?
A hundred times over.
I LOVE watching these girls love something so much.
And I love watching them work HARD.
And build great relationships:
I just think we're due for a little break.
Despite the fact that the girls' faces are so darn cute as they list the reasons they are begging to sign up for Fall soccer and summer camps.
I'm reclaiming my kids for a bit.
Just a few more of these games:(more on that later) and tennis lessons, and piano lessons, gymnastics, recitals, etc., then they're MINE...for the whole summer.
I really, really wouldn't trade all this...just ready for a break.
I can't wait.