If I were a cocktail my recipe would be...1 part wife, 3 parts mother, 1 part working bee with a dash of sass and a sprinkle of moxie. Shake and serve with a salt rim to cut the sweetness.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
The
oldest boy’s basketball coach is not…oh how do you say it…well, he isn’t
very good. He rarely hustles from one end of the court to the other to
assist the children. He doesn’t encourage passing the ball, instead he
favors ball hogging and yelling “SHOOT SHOOT!” even when the referee
orders differently. Hubs and I figure it is good exercise and a chance
to hang out with his friends but thought
there was nothing to really be learned from this six week experience.
That was until this weekend. Time after time when the kids scurried to
grab a loose ball he would shout “SAME TEAM! SAME TEAM!” It echoed in my
head and I thought that isn’t a bad thing for Hubs and I to learn. The
fights over money…SAME TEAM! The arguments over who does more around the
house…SAME TEAM! So that’s the new thing. Next time one of these
arguments approaches the horizon I’m going all Coach Jenn and calling
out “SAME TEAM”!
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