Today, Kourtney had a soccer game in Kaysville at 6:00 p.m. The 40 minute drive took 1:45 with the rush-hour traffic we thought we were just going to miss. Not only did we not get there 30 minutes early for warm-up and practice, but we got there 25 minutes into the game. The girls were just not playing up to speed today, and the other team was like super fast, skilled midgets to boot. So everybody was already kinda grouchy when we got there. We capped off our fashionably late entry with Kourt stopping a ball dead in the mouth and cutting her lip on her braces. Ouch. The smack was huge. Brave girl, barely even flinched, and she only came out because her coach called her out. That stopped my mental complaining short (you know--stupid game, why are we driving all the way up here, dumb annoying midget players, lame lame traffic, etc.).

So, here's to all the soccer moms out there who do it on time, without complaining and really have their children's best interests at heart. I am aspiring to become more like you (or maybe at the very least, to see if my kids can get a ride with you). jk--I really do love to see my kids play.