A Soccer Mom Moment

A gathering of soccer moms making small talk and waiting for their little girls to finish another interminable evening soccer practice:

Mom #1 - fed her kids pizza in the minivan because her little girl had to go directly from jump rope club to soccer. After soccer, her son goes to baseball. No one has been home yet.

Overhead, power lines crackle. Are our brains being fried?

Mom #2 - A stay-at-home mom. According to her husband, she is lucky that she gets to stay home and enjoy all of the nice weather we're having. The five year old on the soccer field and the toddler at her feet suggest that she probably isn't getting to spend her days sunbathing and drinking margaritas.

The school will be holding an intruder drill tomorrow. The kids will be taught how to duck and cover. Nice.

Mom #3 -Embarrasses herself by inadvertently revealing that she's not really listening . . . much. Instead, she is silently berating herself for the string of curse words she unleashed during the "these shoes pinch my toes" fiasco and thinking of all the useful things she could be doing instead of standing under the power lines losing brain cells.

Two more months of soccer. Shit.