Monday almost done!

Good day today. Can’t think of a reason for it, as I have started plenty, but finished nothing.

The BH is off work with a bad back. He’s in pain, poor thing. And he missed P’s first ‘House’ football match. I was there with the other kids, even though I’d threatened not to go when I was angry yesterday. But how could I not?


The first boy wasn’t good at football when he was seven. Or so I thought, until I saw P. He’s my son and I love him, but the boy has no coordination and throws like a girl. I know these things can be overcome with practice, but really, wouldn’t be easier to pick a game like rugby and just run through the opposition? (And I know he’s supposed to have these attributes for rugby too, but they are honestly less apparent!) But I’ll shut up about rugby because that’s still a sore point. With me. Not with him. In fact you’d never know yesterday had ever happened.

P’s House team lost, 3-2, and you can see who played second half in goal… Yep, though he worked hard and bobbed about with enough enthusiasm to pop, my boy had two goals sneak past him. But he took it well and walked away smiling.

I made a mistake when I stood next to a friend to watch the match. She’s nice, but competitive. Very. Very. Competitive. To the point of irritation, and I walked away liking her a little less. But I guess it won’t matter, so long as I remember to never again stand near her when her son is competing.