I'm no soccer mom.

Sometimes I feel like I failure as a parent.

There...I said it.

I know it isn't true...

but after days like today...that's how I feel.

Jeremy REALLY wanted to play soccer this year...

He loves running..he loves kicking the ball...

I wasn't sure how he would do,

He doesn't always play well with others, 

and other parents with kids the same age

said three year olds and soccer, don't work together well...

so I expected problems...

but  I obviously didn't think it through enough..

because I should have expected the issues that came up,

but somehow I expected other problems...

Soccer was cursed this year from the start.

Sign up went well enough..

They asked me to do their computer work,

but two months passed, and I never got an e-mail

and I never heard from them again..

until the day soccer was supposed to start..

and then..I got a call saying that there was no game that day

the feilds were too wet.

Good thing..since I didn't know we were supposed to start that day..

The next week, we went to the feild...looking for the kids..

I saw four groups..and none of them knew who Jeremy was.

and of course..no one had told us which team we were on..

and never having done this before, 

I never thought to ask on the phone.

The first person I went to told me I was at the wrong park...

and none of the other coaches even tried to help me..

till this guy,,,

He was SOO awesome.. He  let Jeremy play on his team..

and said we could just stay on his team until we figured things out.

and Jeremy just loved him...

I wish we had just stayed on his team..

He played quite happily, and we thought all was well...

The following week, we came again, after finding out who the coach was

(It turned out to be the lady who told me I was at the wrong park..)

and from there it just went down hill.

Jeremy didn't want to play.

He cried and just stood by me and grandma.

He wouldn't talk to the new coach

and he wouldn't play with the kids.

The new team was disorganised,'

and I could also tell the coaches were frustrated 

with my son's lack of cooperation.

The next two weeks it rained..

so no games..

and then today.

At first Jeremy did well...

He followed directions pretty good,

but then when it came to the game,

he cried when they took away the ball..

and he wouldn't run with the kids.

We tried pleading, cajoling, threatening...even bribing

The coach was frustrated, which made me tense...

and I finally gave up, and told Jeremy we were going home.

Then of course he went into full tantrum mode.

Parents gave me the evil eye..

then I was even more embarrassed..

We won't be going back for the last game.

I should have known after "library time" that it wouldn't go well.

Jeremy is really shy...and it comes across as rudeness...

He is great if the teacher is understanding,

and Jeremy knows he is liked..'

but not so much when he isn't sure about the teacher

and there are lots of other kids.

I always seem to be the parent with the misbehaving kids.

At library time, Jeremy (and now Gracie) 

have tantrums, run around, and misbehave

while all the other kids sit quietly and listen to the stories.

I have stuck to my guns at library, 

because in the end I know how important reading is for my kids

and they both love it, (despite evidence to the contrary)

and have been rewarded by a one year old who knows some letters

and a three year old who is starting to read,

And so I have endured the rolled eyes, and the 

"can't you control your kids" looks..

and the shocked expressions when it has become to much..

and the teacher who isn't super fond of my little ones...

and I have dragged both children freaking out at the tops of their little lungs to the car..

and home when I could no longer get them to listen.

I have mostly won now.

Jeremy has settled and sits with the rest, 

and even though it isn't her class..

Gracie sits with brother and sits in on the craft.

BUT this isn't library....

My son is just not ready for this right now.

He really wants to play..

but he just doesn't seem ready for the reality.

(Gracie was...she kept trying to play..too bad she was too young..)

You would think I would be better at this.
after five kids...

The funny thing is...My little ones are really good kids.

....at home. at church.

He loves Sunday School, and his teacher can't say enough 

about how well he behaves in class...

and he sits really nice in church.

He is polite, and says please and thankyou,

and says sorry when he hurts your feelings..

Plus I just like him...and not just because he is mine.

He is a really great kid!

He just seems to melt down in certain situations..

So...I am just curious..

Are you willing to share your embarrassing 

parent moments with us?

or are we the only ones out there...