Reluctant Soccer Mom Diaries #1: Cold Night in July


Her socks were in the wash.

At soccer tonight, Piper got to play goalie and actually blocked a shot. And I missed it. I had just turned my back on the game as I walked to the car to get my sweatshirt, when I heard, “Go Piper!”  “Good job, Piper!” from behind me. I was there, but I fucking missed it. Next time I’ll just be cold.