But today, its too cold to dance.
The munchkins had soccer and I was hinting all morning that it was too cold/wet/muddy/miserable to be out.
They didn't buy it. And really didn't care if I told them it was literally going to rain down cats and dogs on their heads and their noses would drop off from the icy wind, they were going to soccer regardless.
The downfall of that is that they need two parents to attend as they play on opposite sides of the giant fields.
I was smart enough to hatch a plan. After last night, I'm not sure how I managed to think so quick on my feet, but I did. (if you follow my facebook page, you will know why).
Little mousie and I will stay in the car, and watch the big girl play, while The Farmer goes over with the little man. Awesome.
But as we all know, well laid out plans never go to, well, plan.
Off we go to soccer. No need to get dressed, because I'm not getting out of the car, so these old trackies with the paint splatters will be fine. No need to brush my hair because I'm not getting out of the car, throwing it up in a big clip will do. No need to hide the giant bags under my eyes from the shenanigans last night, because I'm not getting out of the car.
All was well.
Until I arrive.
And am informed that the under 6's team is on canteen duty. Are you kidding me?
I almost died at that point. Until I was told that the under 10's team is too.
Double canteen duty. When I look like a bogan. Thank you world. Thank you very much.
I like to end my posts in a question. But today, I got nothing. Because I'm sure I'm the only person stupid enough to leave my house looking the way I did.