soccer mom... s.o.s!!!

well, it's official... i am now a soccer mom to two little players. really. for those of you that have known me more than 7 years, stop laughing. this is serious. not heart-attack-serious, more like i-don't-want-to-look-like-an-moron-serious. i need some advice... apparently there is some sort of soccer mom/sports team etiquitte, and apparently i know nothing about it... or so the look on my face said. one of the moms asked about who was bringing snacks this week for their first game, and then all necks whipped in my direction. why me, you ask? well, cause i'm the coaches wife. for both teams. yes, you read that correctly. my husband volunteered to coach both teams, so therefore that apparently commits me to some sort of soccer mom responsibilities i know nothing of. google it? nah. ask the other moms? never! blog it? heck yeah. so, help me... guidance? advice? 12 steps? where do i start? someone. help. me.

oh, and my reason for not blgging lately? some little magician has made my camera cord disappear. excuse me while i continue looking...

what am i gonna do?

cale got in trouble (actually cale and gracie got in trouble) on the way home a couple of nights ago for just being mean to each other. it culminated with a decree by the family matriarch... spankings for both.

so, we get home, i head to the mailbox and cale into the house. as i am walking back up the driveway, cale comes back out. he (very loudly and even a little excited) says, "don't worry, mom, i got it!" to which i replied, "you've got what?" he then explains, "my spanking! it's ok, i gave myself a one so you don't have to!"

what do you say to that one?

~~ the mama ~~