I Never Thought in a Million Years

that I would call myself a soccer mom. Alas, here I am, soccer practice two nights a week and a game on Saturday. But I still can't seem to utter the phrase. It's denial, I know it is. I work all week and drive my 5 year old to practice on Wednesday and Friday night. Yes, Friday night! If that just doesn't scream "suburban normal" I don't know what does.

So, on Wednesday night at 6:00 PM I pull out my work in progress, a lacy knee-high sock. I am knitting along and thinking, "Okay, I can do this. One and half hours of free knitting time. Brilliant! No interruptions, just full immersion in K1, P2, YO and K2tog. I am amazed at myself. I have always been extremely resourceful in strange situations. K1, P2, YO, K2tog.

I just want to scream. I look at all the other moms and think they want to scream too. Maybe we will start a circle. A soccer mom knitting circle. A soccer mom knitting coven. We will knit socks for the team and a banner for the games. We will stitch torn soccer balls and repair goal nets (how pagan).

Feelin' better already.

Go Blazers!