Soccer Mom.
The cursed soccer Mom. Close your eyes. (ok open them so you can read what I've got in my head...) Imagine the perfect soccer Mom. She is pretty, smiling, well dressed, but not over done. Makeup on, but not too much. Car is clean, or should I say the minivan is clean. Knows everyones schedule, all five of her children are fed, washed, homeworked and eager to practice. She knows all the other Moms that walk on, near, or across the field. Everyone wants to be like her, or near her, or share coffee with her. Because she has it all together. After years of running my girls around all of Wilkes Barre for softball, and soccer, and cheerleading and 6am swimming practice, I have the driving to Godawful places and crazy hours down pat. I never totally got the SOCCER MOM THING. I guess I was in self preservation mode at the time since I was a young, divorced, single Mom of two teen girls that were attending Catholic HS. I was a pariah. Then as I was driving my gals aro...