Dear ObaMcCain: Good Luck Targeting This

 

I’m sitting on the ground next to an elementary school, the backs of my legs tickled by grass.

I’m watching a crew of five-year-olds play soccer. One of them is mine. He’s kicking a red ball and scratching at his scalp, leading me to think some adult in his life should see that he bathes.

My husband is three miles away, sitting with grass tickling the backs of his legs, too.

He’s watching a crew of eight-year-olds play soccer.

We do this four nights a week.

We own a mini-van.

We are soccer moms.

It is only the fact that I am wearing lacey underwear (midnight black with a fetching rosette) and reading William Trevor short stories that reminds me soccer mom-ing is simply my day job for a few fleeting years.

I am more than the sum of car keys and cleats.

Clearly, I am also someone with saucy undies and a good book.

Which makes me, like, complex.


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Dear ObaMcCain: Good Luck Targeting This — 28 Comments

  1. Qualification: This is not a pickup – but your post mentioning complex – reminded me of this and wanted to share… or then again (hmmmm)

    Comment for your enjoyment…
    This is the supposed “Best Pickup Line Ever.”

    Tareq from NBC’s Average Joe used the following on Melana:

    “The simplicity of your complexity is the catalyst of my infatuation.”

  2. My undies aren’t too saucy but my mouth sure is. I’m the most inappropriate soccer mom I’ve ever met. Thank the gods my older has opted for football this year…I’ll fit in with the jackass dads perfectly!

  3. how dare we be complex. how could they possibly hope to reduce us to a mere demographic group then? boy, you’d think you want them to actually engage you where you’re at or something.

  4. My undies are ashamed of themselves after hearing about your undies.

    How does your beloved like being referred to as a soccer mom? He does fit the bill, I guess, with the mini-van and all :)

  5. Her Grace:

    And since Groom has been our “stay-at-home” parent these last eight years, he’s got no baggage when it comes to being called “the mom.”

    I do wonder if that doesn’t leave me the “crazy aunt,” though.

  6. I was usually nominated to take the kids to soccer practice. I wish I had had this to read then so instead of being bored I could have been fantasizing about what kind of underwear the soccer moms around me were wearing.

    instead I had to hear about school board politics.

    it’s your fault.

  7. I went to a 5 year olds soccer game once.. most of the kids were sitting in the grass and one kid kept kicking the ball into the wrong goal.

  8. ok… ok, this is weird, because right now I too am wearing lacey underwear (midnight black with a fetching rosette) and soccer cleats. and that’s it.

    what’s weirder is that i’m at work

  9. What a good word, “saucy.” You are a saucy wench. Did I ever call you that when I was your boss? I’m sure I could have been fired for that.

  10. We own a minivan. And I, too, am a black lace undie mom. As you well know, attitude all begins with your undies.

    You are, like, not only complex, but awesome. :-)

  11. I’m often at those games, too, but just because I’m an apprentice soccer hooligan working my way up to the big leagues.

  12. So THAT’s the type of undies that I’m supposed to wear.

    Where were you when I started my soccer mom gig?

    Hilarious, BTW, that hubby gets the honoured moniker of soccer mom as well ;)

  13. Honey, I know what you mean. I dress up for groceries, in part to remind me that I am not just the cook and driver. And as Stage Mother, I just signed on for a whole new slew of driving. Ew. Sometimes it’s an excuse to read!

  14. i love wearing saucy undies. even if i look like crap one day, I know I have hot undderwear. even if I am being thrown up on. like today.

  15. Enjoy it – it goes away so very fast!
    Warrior Princess still plays soccer, thank god. I do enjoy a good match up on the pitch!
    When they’re only five, they are so damn cute. Later, when it gets serious they want to kill each other! That’s how high school boy soccer players end up with broken ankles and torn ACLs. But, really don’t think about that right now :)

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