Yay it's Friday night! Time to pour that glass of wine or dial the takeaway you have been craving all week. Pj's on by 4pm and a McCains Hawaiin Pizza in the oven ready for the kids. Anyone would think you were in for the weekend... but you're not aren't you?
As I scroll through everyone's TGIF's on Instagram and decline the brunch invites (one) for Saturday morning with friends on Facebook I remember that wonderful life of lazy Saturdays. 9pm will soon approach and I will begin to wind down ready to call it a night. Go ahead, call me nanna, I love a good early night. It's my involuntary swap for sleep ins.
Tomorrow I get to embark on an early morning, two hour watching and waiting sporting activity. A time where I watch my kids be an example of being fit, active and healthy while I sit on my butt. Coffee in one hand, the other resting on my cheek so I can take quick nap intervals yet look like I'm fully engaged.
Let's start with the times of Saturday morning sports. What annoying early before- sun- rising person decided to start sport on a Saturday at 8am and then have the nerve to email if we could come earlier to help set up. Do you have insomnia? You can't sleep so feel like you may as well just start then. I get making inappropriate time choices, I have cleaned my house many times at 2am but excuse me, sleep deprived mum here, what are you thinking? Why don't we just make it 4am so we can get home and back into bed like it never happened.
So here I am, tired and burning daggers through the shirt of the manager as he jogs across the oval. Yeah buddy you just show off that jolly Saturday morning jogging of yours. I imagine myself walking over to him and wrestling him into the ground like a crazed psycho mum. I'm confident I would have quite a bit of support by others. Suddenly I spot jack lining up to take his mark and something in me switches.
I'm standing, iPhone video set and screaming like I'm at a One Direction concert. Ah there they are. The competitive hormones have just showed who's boss to the tired ones. Jack is running up to me with ribbon in hand and the biggest smile on his face. He's so proud and I'm so proud and I start thinking how wonderful this all is. See I'm insane hey? Pumped with caffeine, sunshine and happiness, I have the urge to run around the oval because I'm a sports mum after all and supposed to be a freak for this. I will start next week.
Weekend sports are hard for so many reasons, number one being the commitment and while I write this with half truth and complete sarcasm, I am a full supporter of sports for kids. As much as I drag my feet to my kids activities, I appreciate that we get the rest of the day free when it's finished (unless you are a cricket mum, all power to you) and my children are getting an awesome opportunity. We role with the sporting seasons and for us it's soccer in winter and little a's in summer. While Eva is not in school yet I take full advantage of doing her ballet and swimming lessons mid week. When you do it with your kids friends and their parents, it's even better!
So to you sport's mums as you relax (but not entirely) on your Friday night. Happy weekend and GO YOU when your alarm buzzes at the ridiculous time of 6:30am tomorrow morning.