Photo by David Fitzpatrick

Well another weekend gone by and back to work Monday has arrived.

A lot of this weekend was devoted to soccer games. Sheltering under a small plastic beach mat as the wind and rain blew in my face I wondered aloud why we felt it necessary for BOTH parents to attend each game.  I declared if this child ended up in therapy saying her mother never loved her I was going to sue for misrepresentation, the other equally wet and cold spectators offered  stat decs to support my argument only a mother who REALLY REALLY loved you would drive 45 minutes to watch you play a soccer match in the dark, cold and rain of a winter’s night.

The next day it was up early to make the same 45 minute drive back to the soccer field for Princess Child’s game. This time the sun was out but the wind still whipped up a brisk chill so I had the car parked strategically to see the field without leaving the relative warmth of the vehicle. The drive home was extended by a traffic diversion due to yet another accident on the Highway.

The next night I attempt to combat the hypothermia with a girls night out. They’ve changed a bit over the years, the days of getting dolled up and tottering off in our heels to pubs and nightclubs to dance around our handbags have finished. Now it’s jeans and flat shoes (lower back problems heels are out of the question) for Thai takeaway followed by taking each other’s blood pressure (we really know how to go wild). My friend was told she had high blood pressure, so she bought a blood pressure monitor to test herself regularly and prove the doctor wrong. So far, it’s not working out as she planned, every test has been high. We all had a go on the machine, while I assumed the position of she-with-all-medical-knowledge ’cause I had googled blood pressure on the iPhone and had a really cool chart that diagnosed whether you needed medical treatment or not. See when you write it down like that it does sound a bit like a geriatric tea-party but at the time it was hysterically funny.

Now the new week has arrived way too fast – the kid who played soccer in the rain is sick (just when I thought we were gonna dodge the flu this year) – but we battle on.

I hope you and your family are having/had a great weekend.