Friday, February 24, 2006

pies and indecency

Josh's MBA program has a soccer team on which he happily plays. Now, while I'm very pleased that he enjoys playing soccer, and gets good exercise doing so, there are times when I'd like to fling the soccer ball out of the window of a moving car. These moments are generally when he has spent the entire week in class, the entire weekend studying hard for some class/test/project, and then he has an intramural game in his two hours of free time.

This happens ALL THE TIME.

For the first half of his first semester, I told myself that the soccer season wouldn't last that long. I could certainly take over the bulk of cleaning the house, paying the bills, taking care of the dogs, running all the errands and working full-time, because he really loves to play soccer. I could sacrifice. Take one for the team. But at some point in November, I realized that one of two things was going to happen- I'd either lose my mind, or end up killing him. So we sat down and had a talk, and decided that he was going to have to set aside a little bit of time to help me around the house. After a couple of weeks of never having the time to even look at my lists of items that needed to get done, Josh decided that between studying and occasionally having a social life, he didn't have time to play soccer.

His teammates were displeased with his choice, to say the least. They actually came to him in the library and got down on their knees to beg him to play in X game, or Z tournament. He declined, mainly because I believe he'd finally seen the desperation in my eyes. Thank goodness.
Over winter break, far from the stress of school and exams, he reevaluated his stance, and told me that he thought he could do it all in the spring semester. He campaigned for these few weeks off, assuring me that because he now knew what to expect with school, he'd study in less time, have more time to spend with me, and would have enough time to play soccer. With his newfound vision, he signed up to play in a Texas soccer tournament this weekend.

And then the crazy soccer practices were scheduled. At 10pm on a Tuesday night. Both Saturdays and Sundays from 2-4pm. Every Thursday at 8pm. I was ready to cry. All this in addition to the fundraising for their trip. He sold raffle tickets, attended fundraising parties, went to planning meetings. Sigh.

As an aside, when I told all of this to my neighbor, she put on a sad face, pouted and said, "oh no! I forgot my violin!"

Last weekend the practices and raffle ticket selling and planning activities reached a crescendo, and when he rushed me out of my inlaws' house in the Berkshires, and then rushed me out of my neighbors' brunch because of practice, the desperate look returned to my eyes. When he left for practice he pledged- just one more week of this.

So yesterday, while I was lying in bed sick, he was getting a pie flung into his face by paying classmates at the MBA fundraiser. I did have a hearty laugh when he brought home his uniform for the tournament. The uniform that is AT LEAST one size too small for him. So small that he simple cannot wear it. Suffice to say that the shorts are tight enough to be indecent. I wish I could be in Texas to see it.

This afternoon I am off to a girls' weekend (well, girls' weekend with two male pooches) and some blogger meetups. Next week, I hope, my life will be returning to the insanity that it usually is, minus crazy soccer practices and fundraising.


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Phantom Scribbler said...

I hope you have a fun weekend with blogger meet-ups!

Shall I offer your neighbor a playdough violin? Or empathy lessons?

jen said...

as someone who not only plays soccer (our schedule which varies has me playing at 10pm pm tuesdays for the next 5 weeks. ARGH) but is the captain of the team, all I see when I read this is, "wow, Josh must be really fucking good."

So I *guess* asking him if he wants to join my team would be out of the question then.

Oh, I wish you'd psot of pic of him in this too tight/small uniform. a form of penance for all the time he's put into this...I thin only fair.

Nancy said...

Perhaps it's a good thing my hubby and I are so damn lazy/nonathletic. We don't have to worry about things like these.

Hang in there, and enjoy meeting fellow bloggers!

Angie said...

Are you coming to Va?!? Do you know where I live?

Ninotchka said...

Where in Texas? If it's in the Dallas area I can go and take pictures of the indecent shorts for you. HA HA HA

Dawn said...

I loved the line "He can get all his studying done is less time." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Oh dear.

Frankie said...

It's a tough balance...but I am sure the physical activity really helps him deal with the stress of grad school. But it does suck that you get stuck doing everything! Hopefully after this week he will be able to devote more time to you?

You have to take pictures of the grape smuggler shorts ha ha!!!

Anne Glamore said...

I do think you owe us a pic of him in his shorts.

And let us know how the blog meet went!

Chris said...

Hope you had a great weekend!

The shorts... that killed me. DId you tell him karma is a bitch?

Kristin said...

I know exactly how you feel about the soccer. My hubs is in a singing group. He enjoys it, and I don't want to take that away from him. But at the same time, he works weird hours so our time together during the week is severely limited. Then on the weekend there's always something with the singing group taking up his time. I get frustrated and then feel bad because I'm making him feel bad.

It was worse when they practiced every week, too, but lately his work schedule hasn't allowed him to practice. It's much better in general than it used to be. I finally got frustrated enough times that he learned to say no to the group sometimes. No more New Year's Eve singings at least. :)