I must have been drunk/crazy/manic

Oh it's been awhile.
I forgot the password and even went so far as to start a new blog - but then clever old Google found this one and linked it!
Not sure how it happened - but am grateful that it did.
I don't know how I'll get back here - and the technology has drained me of all creative urges. Dealing with technology exhausts me!
I feel like I have to make excuses -as if writing to a penpal - for not writing.

I have done something very very silly. I volunteered to coach my daughter's netball team.
I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET and the other mothers are driving me crazy! They are rude. They are pushy. They are overly opinionated on how they want things done. I don't know what I expected...but it wasn't this. Actually, I do know what I expected...fun. I wanted it to be fun - for me and for the kids. But some of the other mothers are acting as though they are playing for Australia
'Have I written a plan detailing WHO i s going to be playing each position?' No I bloody well have not.
'Have I written a plan detailing WHO will be spending time off the court?' No I bloody well have not.
'Will you look after my older daughter so that I don't have to make 2 trips to the school?' No I bloody well will not.
'Will you drop my child off to daycare after training?' AAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Here I can say all the things that I am currently too diplomatic to say. Like 'Back off you psycho pushy sports mums'. I haven't said that yet - but watch this space. It may come. I told one of the pushier mothers this morning that I'm not really the list making type (I am after all an arts student) and she gave me a look of such great pity. A look of disappointment.

I realise the juxtaposition of this post compared to the last one. Ha bloody ha ha. I am still going to church. But Jesus never dealt with sports mums! Ah me - guilt - I KNOW he dealt with religious authorities and the Pharisees and the Sadduccees and they were very bad but I reckon I am dealing with their direct descendants!
Yowsers - sacreligious. I think I will shut up and go and pick up the kids from school and avoid all the netball mums.
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