Yeah, this pretty much sums up our soccer season. After a series of lectures about quitting in the middle of something, we quickly became tired of dragging our two sons to two different soccer games--at the same field but of course never around the same time of day(is that deliberate??)--we finally quit ourselves.
I don't know what the deal was for Aric, since he just LOVED soccer last spring. But this fall was certainly another story. After a couple of weeks of hauling him and his brother to their games only to have them sit on the sidelines or hang from the goal in the next field over, we decided it was pointless to keep trying. It was more than just a "I don't feel like it today" issue.
Now at least we have our Saturdays back. For now, until they discover hockey, football, swimming, karate, violin... Ah, parenthood's fun, isn't it?
I don't know what the deal was for Aric, since he just LOVED soccer last spring. But this fall was certainly another story. After a couple of weeks of hauling him and his brother to their games only to have them sit on the sidelines or hang from the goal in the next field over, we decided it was pointless to keep trying. It was more than just a "I don't feel like it today" issue.
Now at least we have our Saturdays back. For now, until they discover hockey, football, swimming, karate, violin... Ah, parenthood's fun, isn't it?
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