Last night was one of those rare nights when more than one kid plays a sport, albeit a different sport, in the same town. I'm always thankful when I can hop from one game to the next and see everybody play.
Even if that town is an hour away.
Volleyball was a big success.
We lost football game 26 to 20. Nathan had couple of touchdown passes. Fun.
And I only about jumped over the fence just once to give the ref a good shaking and argue with him about what game he is watching....since he clearly missed that face-mask to my wildcat.
But I didn't.
And I didn't even follow the ref to his vehicle to make sure he knew all about his mistake.
Nope...didn't do that either.
So I'm feeling pretty mature about practicing some mama-restraint.
Yes, I am.