The Parent “Coach”

We have all heard about or seen that parent who “coaches” thier kid from the sideline. Or the parents who are living out their athletic dreams vicariously through they child. Or how about the parent who coaches their own kid? My husband is that parent.

He was at one time a head coach for my daughter’s t-ball team but after “coaching” the parents while at the same time trying to keep the 4 year olds from playing in the sand, he decided it was better to assist the head coach rather than be one. So he now helps with both my son’s team and my daughter’s.

As an assistant you would think it would take the burden off of him when things get heated during the game, but unfortunately, that is not the case when the head coach is kicked out!  My husband had to step in and take over after my son’s head coach was removed from the game due to his behavior. As the head coaches’ son (again, trouble when too much pressure is put on your own child) was called out for the second time in one game for trying to steal before the ball crossed homeplate, the head coach went off on the umpire. Personally, there are too many ridiculous rules to keep straight at this age group, but them again, I prefer to watch the games with my wine in my Disney mug.

I watched as the game unfolded and the umpire made snide remarks to the coach. I myself am a volleyball official and at all times, we are not to engage with coaches if things are going to get heated. We are to remain professional at all times. Unfortuntaley, this umpire did not. But the head coach let his temper get the best of him. My husband had to get between the coach and ump and physically hold the coach back. Words were exchanged and punches were almost thrown. All of this in front of the athletes.  I guess I should say that these athletes are 9 and 10 year old boys. I totally get defending your athletes and sticking up for those who can’t stick up for themselves! These kids needed someone to stick up for them. But it was a school night and all I could think about as I was watching all of this unfold was 1.) this is going to prolong the game, which is going to cut into my TV time and 2.) my Disney mug was empty, I was out of wine!

So the game ended, without any blood shed. The boys lost by 1 point. I wonder if they were affected by anyone’s behavior? Hmmmm? But at least I was able to get home and fill my cup!

Baseball and wine!

Baseball and Softball has begun! 

Which is why I was at Subway at 8:30 this morning buying sandwiches for my kids to eat in the car as I shuffle from one field to the other. I know the “correct” thing to do would have been to get up and make sandwiches for the day but who has time for that!  

And like any other day in my house, everyone is up super early but god forbid we have our acts together! Next thing I know it becomes scramble mode to get both kids in uniforms, all baseball equipment in the car, change of clothes for when the first game is over and we high tail it to the next, snacks to entertain, and enough water to beat the heat! (Mom will need a drink by the end of the day!)

Then I am lucky enough to watch paint dry for the next 2 hours. My 6 year old daughter plays softball and the only entertaining thing is the bets made between the parents as to how many cartwheels we will see on the field!

Move onto my 9 year old son’s game and everything changes. His games are at the mercy of 15 year old umpire who can’t tell a strike from a hole in the ground.  But at this age, all that really matters is how far a player can spit his sunflower seeds.

All in all, it was an exhausting day of field hopping and cheering.  And to think, in less than a week, I will do it all again. I have earned a glass of wine for the day but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Hello world!

Hello everyone!

Thanks for reading! A little about myself, I am a middle aged mom of two kids. My daughter is 6 and my son is 9. That in and of itself is a full time job. 

On the side, I work full time as a private school junior high teacher. (Yea, I’m bringing in the big bucks!) I know all about the mood swings of teenage girls from my classroom as well as the pouting and whining from the 6 and 9 year old. (Although, sometimes it’s all a blur!)

Through all the trials and tribulations of family life and the day to day planning with work, life is hectic but I love every minute of it!