Volleyball Jamboree Cushy Couture
First, I’m really proud of my daughter for improving her volleyball skills since the beginning of the season. This is her first experience with a team sport and my first experience as a stage mother. I have loved cheering her on, but better yet, it has given me a whole new outlet to torment her. I’m convinced someday she will appreciate me.
Flashing my Cushy Couture in the Parents Match
In the jamboree today, whenever a team had a bye, the parents of the girls were to play the parents of the other team with a bye. I have no experience with volleyball, but I started practicing diligently as soon as I found out we were expected to play. Our parents dominated. Ok, the other parents were a bunch of wusses or didn’t get the memo because they had to forfeit. Either way, we still won.
Our team had enough parents willing to play to make two teams. We divided and played each other. Craig busted out volleyball moves I didn’t know he had, but they weren’t enough to cancel out my poor showing. I blame the daggers from Sophie’s eyes boring into my heart.
Though I’m a pretty fit mom, I had written about my inferior volleyball skills a few weeks ago and a reader suggested dressing up to detract for my lack of athleticism and I totally took her advice. Thanks Big E. Sophie is now pretending to hate you as much as she is pretending to hate me.
Have I ever mentioned that Sophie is a really sensitive child who embarrasses easily? It still surprises me that we are related. It took her about 30 minutes to stop glaring and start talking to me.
I dutifully put my sweats back on after the parent game so she wouldn’t hate me all day.
The night before I had accompanied Sophie and a friend on a stealth mission to mark up the windows of our neighbor’s car who has a daughter that plays on a competing team. Sophie has been friends with the neighbor girl since they started walking. Sophie’s team had lost to their team the two times they had played them before so the trash talk on the windows was all in good fun.
Sophie must have taken her irritation at me out on the ball because she played the best I’ve seen her play all season. The girls won two out of their three matches including two teams they had previously lost to.
As for me, I might need a little ice, Advil, and Absinthe.
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