SUPER SOCCER MOM

My wife gets the soccer mom of the year award. I know… the season has hardly begun but I swear Betty Crocker and even June Cleaver would be jealous.

I’ve come home from 3 practices so far and every time I come home, put away the soccer gear, wash my hands, and sit down at the dinner table to like a meal. It’s crazy. She takes Jake to soccer and then comes home and puts on her cape. I swear, I’m building a white picket fence and planting a garden next week.

You go super soccer mom.