As I was posting pictures from outdoor soccer to FB last week, my Aunt Shelly commented "I thought you just celebrated the end of indoor soccer on Monday, don't you guys take a break" and the answer as you all know is "No". What would we do with ourselves if every single day of the week weren't somehow taken up with some form of soccer? Skyler has big plans for college, her current desire is to go to Yale because my friend Sarah went there and for some reason Skyler is enamored with the idea of this school. So this kid has got to get a soccer scholarship (I don't even know if Yale has a soccer team never mind whether they give scholarships). She also plans to be on the Women's National Soccer Team, I'm not sure if that's a back-up to college or if Yale is a back-up to soccer, but she's got big plans. She told Matt that she wasn't going to make the team if she didn't keep advancing. Her idol is Abby Wambach:
She has an Abby Wambach sweatshirt that her brother gave her that she wears every.single.day, even to bed if I don't catch her first. I have to confiscate it to throw it in the wash.
|eating Indian food in her AW sweatshirt|
|AW shirt. Missing AW shorts.|
Zack is playing goalkeeper and still loves it! He's a joy to watch. The parents all yell "ZACK SAYS NO" as he blocks the balls.
His idol is Hope Solo which makes me proud. I love that he can look to a woman as a leader in his sport.
So as much as I complain that I'm exhausted by Sunday, and that we have soccer on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays, we're all having a blast and for the nerdy readers like me out there, Malcolm Gladwell did say in The Outliers that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become an expert at anything (further broken out to be 20 hours per week for 10 years). We have great soccer friends and family and I couldn't think of a better way to spend our time (someone remember to quote me when I'm bitching that I can't get to two soccer fields at the same time). Now if only all that pesky shit like laundry and housecleaning and homework would do itself, we'd be golden.
I leave you with this question. How does a house get so damn filthy when we're only home and awake for a couple of hours a day? Are there little filth gremlins racing around partying when we aren't home?