Mess Up Mommy

I’m coaching my 6-year-old daughter’s soccer team. This is despite having played only a year of JV soccer in middle school and losing every game. My parents came to a game and cheered the wrong girl.

Anyway, the league needed coaches. How hard could it be?

Taking my new soccer coaching responsibilities very seriously, I crafted a careful email to my players’ parents highlighting the date and time of our first practice in yellow: Tuesday, September 4 at 5:30.

Without telling me, my brain translated that to Thursday, September 6 at 5:30.

On Tuesday at 5:35 my phone and email started ringing. “Uh, Coach Kathryn? Are we having practice?”

I threw my daughter and the soccer balls into the car and rushed off.

To the wrong fields.

As we loaded back into the car, my daughter piped up from the back seat, “You’re kind of Mess Up Mommy right now.”

All I could do was laugh. She was right. And then I improvised a practice on the fly for a game I don’t know how to play.

My awesome 6-year-old soccer players had fun.