Soccer Fail…

Off to soccer, we go. My husband helps coach so when he said our game was in Northwood I thought no problem. I know how to get there. He wanted me to swing by and pick him up even though it would mean doubling back but family time is worth the gas. So we head driving through small back towns of New Hampshire. Up and over. Round and through. I am heading to Northfield. After about 10 minutes down the road in Pittsfield, my husband asked me where I was going. I said Northfield. Wait. Northfield. Oh, MONKEYS!!! Wrong town! We need to head to Northwood. So I bang a U-turn and head the right way. It looks like we will get there just as the game starts Ooops. My bad. So I come careening into the small parking lot and hit the BIGGEST pothole I have ever seen. The kind of pothole that EATS cars. I am serious when I say I caught air. The sound of all 4 tires hitting the ground again caused such a stir that all the perfect moms who arrived on time glared at me over their Starbucks cups. I slink over to the furthest corner of the parking lot and tell the crew to grab water bottles and get out. It is then I notice there are no other blue shirts on the field. Not. A. Single. One. FAIL! My brave husband finds the nerve to ask one of the perfect moms if there was another field. I see the coiffed mother pointing and my husband nodding. Back into the van. I crawl over the car eater otherwise known as the pothole from hell. Back on the main road, I laid rubber as I tore off down the road. It’s ok….the Sienna can handle it. Turn right by the church…half a mile down on the left….driving like Satan himself is chasing me. I see the field. I slow down to a normal speed so as to not draw the stares of disdain. Pull in and see blue shirts….but wrong shirts. This is our older team. WHAT! There is sighing and moaning! I ask my husband to pull up the schedule. It seems right town. A text to another soccer mom. She said it is at the school. Recheck the schedule on my husband’s phone. Sure enough…he was looking at the older kids schedule….not our little girls’ team. ARE. You. Kidding! I pull another U-turn in the parking lot and as soon as my tires hit the pavement I stepped full throttle and bolted out of there. If we miss every cop, traffic light and by the grace of God any slow people crossing the street we should make it to the game by halftime. FLYING down the road praying there is not a cop in sight we arrive at the field just after halftime. My husband and little girl humbly sprint onto the field. I don’t even grab the chair or blanket. Won’t matter. Not that long left in the game. I get the “look” from other moms. I knew I had to come clean or be forever labeled as the mom who could not show up on time. I threw my husband under the bus so hard I should have won a prize! “My poor husband looked at the wrong schedule and we went to Northwood.” This got the sympathy I was hoping for. Nods of understanding. Smiles of welcome. I was forgiven and embraced by the tribe. My little girl played a great game for the short time she was there. Lesson learned. Always double check the schedule and look out for potholes when careening into the field at Northwood. #momfail #reallife

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