A little too much holiday cheer...

Or perhaps just a little too much wine last night and too much whining this afternoon. Last night was the staff Christmas party. Though I'm not usually a big drinker, I did have a tad too much. I blame the waitresses who refilled my glass when I wasn't looking. In all honesty, I would be talking to somebody and poof my wine glass was full again. I'm not good at staying sober if I can't count. In spite of my excesses, I had a good time. I danced like it was going out of style, and my legs haven't stopped thanking me for that. I did eventually figure out that the food was downstairs, but it was a little too late to balance out what I had already drunk.

When I got home from the party, I discovered the true disadvantage of not being able to drink water out of the tap. If you're thirsty and have about 10 ounces of water per person to last till morning, you either have to be thirsty or boil water. I was too drunk to be hanging out by the gas stove, so I went thirsty.

Dan and I slept away most of the morning, and at 1:30 I headed over to school. I had the priveledge, yet again, of working on a Sunday. Granted, I enjoy coaching, but I don't enjoy the hour and a half of down time when the kids aren't playing. I don't generally mind hanging out with the kids because I really don't feel that much older than them. I can joke and play around with them and they don't treat me like an old lady. Yet, there are times when all they do is winge. Today was one of them. They complained that one of their friends wasn't allowed to play, they complained about the refs and the scores, they complained about each other, and on and on. I am a complainer, but come on, it's soccer! Have fun, play the game and don't worry about whether or not the refs made a bad call. I'm not sure how some of the kids even knew what a bad call was since they haven't played a whole lot of soccer. The bus ride back to school was also trying as kids insisted on spilling things, yelling and cursing at each other and, you guessed it, complaining! Andrew asked me if I was planning on having kids. I told him I wasn't really sure how anyone could reasonably say yes to that after spending an afternoon with the kids on our teams. A father of one of the boys piped in and said, "Two is manageable, it's just that you have too many." Perhaps.