March 1, 2005

this was funny even before I started drinking

Henry had his first soccer practice tonight. My friend Leslie came straight from the pediatrician’s office, where she spent an hour and half finding out that her two-year-old has pink eye and, as a precaution, should be treated like a cart at the WalMart (whatever that means–I swear that’s what the doctor told her), and she really had to pee. Fortunately, the Northside Y has bathrooms right next to the soccer field, albeit not very nice bathrooms. But still, it was a potty and Leslie was desperate.

A very long time passed (so long that the rest of us actually noticed that Leslie hadn’t come back, in between rehashing last night’s Bachlorette finale–where Jen picked NO ONE, for god’s sake! isn’t John Paul good enough for her???–and griping about Saturday’s school auction fundraiser) before Leslie reappeared–but there she was, and she was clearly flustered. She had gotten trapped in the stall and had to crawl under the door to get out.

Couldn’t you hear me? I was calling for help! she told us.

Yeah, well, we were talking and the kids were yelling and . . . we said.

And then we laughed. At her. While she was standing there. Because we love her.

I told her I would have hugged her, but since Ryan has pink eye and she had been on the floor of the icky bathroom, I would prefer to stay at arms length. I know she appreciated that.

. . .

Other Great Pee-Wee Soccer Moments:

Henry (running off the field in the middle of a scrimmage): Mommy, this is the greatest soccer practice ever!

. . .

Coach Christa: I’m going to drink a whole bottle of wine when I get home.

. . .

Amy: We need a chiminea out here.

Me: Or a flask.

I like these other mommies–I think this is going to be a fun fun soccer league (and yes, I will be peeing before I leave home).

Posted by Susan @ 9:55 pm • Uncategorized