The sport-mom rage
'I confess. It happens to me every Saturday morning...'
I confess, it happens to me every Saturday morning when we have to speed to some soccer, hockey or netball match for one of my two children. No matter how well prepared we are with map, gps programmed, coffee flask and sandwiches, waking up at least 90 minutes before time of departure from home, I still end up like a raging lunatic.
Is it me losing my mind or do I work myself up like this because I take on too much?
Sometimes it feels like I screamed and shouted just because I had too much to do in preparation and no one else did a thing, but got dressed and brushed teeth! That is if the youngest one actually remembered to brush his teeth! Which is usually followed by another screaming loonatic me, chasing him back into the house and causing yet another delay for the raving mad woman behind the steering wheel. Philma