I got a black eye tonight. I got a floor hockey stick on the face. I laughed even though it hurt.
I was the only parent at Family Fun Night for the 6th graders who didn't stand on the side lines but rather played. It was so worth the tiredness, leaky bladder (thank you four pregnancies), loss of breath, sweat, and yes even the black eye. It was a blast and my son (and his best friend who was with us) said they weren't at all embarrassed because of how well I played *heart swell*
This after watching my 6th grader play his first football game. Watching him play QB was a good mom moment. He got an interception, several tackles, and a touchdown.
A good night
and now I can look all tough girl tomorrow