soccer season is almost over. thank goodness. i rarely sign my children up for sports because the scheduling is a nightmare. and it seems like after the first few games, no one wants to go anymore, especially not me and then i am having to drag myself and my children to events to which we have committed and for which we have already paid. events which completely disrupt our evenings (and my cooking) and at which i am compelled to talk to lots of strangers. the whole organized sports bit for small children feels like it was created to undo me. to make me completely crazy.  but i know that’s ridiculous. there’s no conspiracy against me.  i chose to sign up not one, but two begging children for soccer this spring and i am choosing to make them finish.

so tonight, in addition to the inconvenience of actually having a soccer game, it was also mary polly’s turn to bring the snack to the game. of course, the snack is a problem for me at the soccer games. i have had to close my eyes while my kids stuff down lots of hydrogenated oils and drinks that are pure high fructose corn syrup, so when it is my turn, i have the problem of trying to bring something that isn’t evil while also not totally humiliating my children, who like the usual fare. for ben’s turn at snack we brought these homemade chocolate sandwich cookies with vanilla frosting that my sister makes in her bakery. we tied them up in little bags and passed them out with juice boxes. they were precious. and so of course, mary polly declared on the way home that night that she wanted to take the same snack when it was her turn.

well, today wasn’t as convenient an afternoon to make the rather complicated homemade chocolate sandwich cookies, but we eeked them out anyway. because they were practically promised.

i couldn’t go to her game so i put the snack in a basket with the juice boxes and headed out to my prior commitment. when i got home, the kids were all sprawled in the living room listening to a chapter from the sequel to the mysterious benedict society, so i hopped on the couch with them and asked about the game. and of course i wanted to know how the snack went over.

we-ell,

(can you HEAR the valley girl accent in my daughter’s voice??)

well, the juice boxes were pretty much hot because we didn’t bring a cooler so they would be cold.

which wasn’t too refreshing.

and, i didn’t see anyone eating their snacks because i guess they had to wait until after their dinner, so i don’t know if anyone liked them.

and the boys (ben and cole) didn’t get to have any because they were punching each other and getting in a big fight at the game. which is not too delightful.

so i guess you could say it went…not too well.

mary polly’s description, and ahem, general ungratefulness, accounted for the very weary and slumped over husband in the corner of the living room. it sounded like a rough night. dang. i’m sorry i missed it.