Soccer Mum

140 cup cakes,

3 slabs of fruit slice,

95 face biscuits,

 4 banana cakes,

2 batches of rocky road,

62 chocolate crackles,

36 loaves of bread,

580 sausages,

3 boxes of apples,

2 boxes of bananas,

1 box of oranges,

6 watermelons,

3 pineapples,

9 coaches,

2 bbq-ers,

3 on canteen

  

1 bowl-licker

and dry socks.

All adds up to soccer clinic week for 62 odd little champions.

I have been pumped and motivated all week, madly cooking each afternoon in readiness for the next day.  Tomorrow is world cup clash, currently New Zealand and Antarctica are at the top of the table.  (The team names were all chosen by the kids.)  It's close, the cup is anyones at this stage, the pressure is on.  I am nervous. I am excited. I am a little bit sad that I am going to miss these kids after tomorrow. I am a little bit concerned that perhaps I really do have a very small head because I am going to miss these kids after tomorrow.  I am happy that the Mum's and Dad's that come to collect their kids each day are so happy for us to have them for the week and are telling us how early they are going to bed at night because their kids are just *pooped*.  I am so proud of these kids, their manners, their enthusiasm for the game they love so much, the friendships they have made.  

I am going to miss these kids next week, but then I am so looking forward to a holiday.  A holiday at home with my own little boys before they head back to school for term 3.  I will put the study books away for next week.  I don't feel bad doing that.  I have managed to complete another unit, working on it at night.  The end is near, I can almost feel it.  But not for next week, there is time enough, there just has to be.  

Next week I am going to be Mum.

Thanks so much for stopping by my place today.

I hope you have had a good week at your place.  I hope you see lots of smiling faces around you this week.  I hope you get to hear the sweet laughter and joy of children this week.