I'm officially a soccer mom, as of Monday. Wee-one is beyond excited, to the extent of trying to go to bed in cleats.
To the extent that Wee-one kept bouncing around the house instead napping in the afternoon. Ears were a complete figment of the imagination, nothing stated was heeded.
Which meant that somebody passed out on the way to practice. We all know that an interrupted nap is generally worse than no nap at all....
It also meant that somebody neglected to leave with their water as they had been instructed and reminded to do.
The resulting equation? One overly-tired child, plus heat and thirst (the water fountain just wasn't cutting it), equals one hot mess and one grumpy mama.
I will be the nap-nazi today!
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