My daughters play soccer. Almost every day of the week, one of them has a practice or a game. Sometimes, practices overlap and my husband and I “divide and conquer” to get them to the named field at the required time. Our calendar is full, to say the least.
My older daughter has to be in a specific uniform for each practice (i.e. Monday is white socks, blue shorts, white shirt, etc…). I do a lot of wash and I make sure she has the uniform she needs each day.
Obviously, she also has a specific uniform for each game. She has to wear a certain sock color and shorts. We bring both game jerseys. Again, I make sure she has all parts to her uniform for each game. Everything is sitting on the countertop on game day to be checked and re-checked before we leave the house.
Sunday, I set out every piece to her uniform and handed her the blue socks on her way out of the door. I did my part.
We are 45 minutes from home and are pulling up to the soccer field when my daughter says to me, “Do you have my blue socks?” I nicely reminded her that I handed them to her on our way out of the door. I’m thinking, “Are you kidding me???”
The socks were not in the car.
Luckily, we have to arrive 1 hour before game time. I dropped my husband and daughter off at the field, I Googled “Dick’s Sporting Goods” and drove 20 minutes to purchase navy blue soccer socks. I ran in, bought the socks and drove 20 minutes back to the field. With a few minutes to spare, I pulled over next to the soccer field and threw the navy blue socks over the fence to my husband.
Short of physically putting the socks on my daughter’s feet – I have done my motherly duty.
I may be too accommodating…
This is not the first time I have run to Dick’s on game day.
the coffee club (and me) 