You might have noticed that I don’t really blog anymore. It’s mostly due to the lack of toddler escapades and constant going. X-Man has a full schedule of things that are strengthening him and really helping him. Unfortunately, he can’t yet drive himself. Nor can any of the children drive themselves anywhere. So that’s why I spent the weekend out of town at another soccer tournament. I believe it was called the “Out of Our League” games. I can home in time to be able to drive Baba to 8am conditioning for her future high school team. So while I was sitting in the car, not exercising like I was supposed to be, trying to figure out how to get three children to four places at the same time, I got an email.

I have done this to myself. I know. 

It wasn’t the email I was hoping for. I’ve gone and created at “storyline” for myself I suppose. I have five children enrolled in fall soccer. I have all the regrets. There was that fleeting moment where it seemed like a good idea….I LOVE fall soccer. The weather hovers around 70 degrees, but there’s a light breeze with just a touch of crispness in it. And who doesn’t want to watch four year olds chase a ball around? It’s fun and cute….until the older kids have games an hour away. And practices.  Practices are the true challenges because somehow everyone seems to practice at the exact same time in very different locations. I have almost everything planned out….but I’m stuck waiting for an email from X-Man’s team letting me know how big a monkey wrench they’re gonna throw into this mess. 

So now I hover on edge, figuring my life is about to become vastly more complicated but not knowing how. It’s frustrating.

But that was NOT the email I received. At all. Instead it was a request from a radio station to do an interview about an article I wrote. At 4:30am my time tomorrow morning. And I can’t remember this article, which may or may not be an issue. But I’m assuming if they want to talk to me about “The Vocation of Motherhood” I should remember what I said. Then again, maybe they too misread the title and saw it as “The Vacation of Motherhood” which I did at first and then cried.

I’m also guessing they are unaware of the fact that my blog title is “Moments in Mediocre Motherhood.”  I mean, I wouldn’t really take advice from me. But that’s worthwhile advice I suppose.

So I still don’t have a clue what next week’s schedule is, but I have plans for 4am tomorrow. Provided I can find whatever it is that inspired them to contact me. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.