Just call me Alexander.
One of my all-time favorite children's books is Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst. On Saturday, I felt like I was living out that book.
There was a soccer tournament this weekend at the beach - about an hour and a half away from where we live. Our whole family headed there Friday night. We had 4 different teams represented just with our family - Soccer coach hubby coached a U18 girls team and Sassy's U8 team, The Boy is on a U15 team, and Soccer Girl is on a U12 team. The older teams (U15-U18) played at one set of fields, which are 30 minutes away from the fields the younger ones played on. It took a lot of organization and help from friends for us to have everyone where they needed to be.
We knew going in that Saturday was going to be a little crazy. We had games at 8am, 10:30am, 2 at 2:30pm, 4pm, 5:30pm, and 2 at 7pm. I was prepared for that craziness, but not the other crazy stuff that happened that day.
The day started off well enough - Soccer Girl's team won their 8am game. Sassy's team lost their 10:30 game 6-3, but they had played this team earlier in the season and lost 12-0 so it was a HUGE improvement.
After Sassy's game, hubby took her to lunch, while I took the other kids with me since they ate a big brunch before her game. When I got to Sassy's 2:30 game, she came over to me, crying and telling me that she had a really bad headache. I gave her something for the headache and sent her back over to finishing warming up for her game.
Hubby had to get to his older team at the other set of fields, so he was only able to stay at Sassy's game for a while. I wasn't able to talk to him before he had to leave. I noticed that Sassy wasn't playing in the game in the first half, so I walked around to the player's side to see how she was. She said her head still hurt and her coach didn't want to play her in the first half. After I got back to the spectator side, hubby called me to ask me to keep an eye on her because he was afraid she had a concussion. (!!!!) Turned out that after they ate lunch, she was kicking the soccer ball around, stepped on the ball wrong, and fell on her head. Needless to say, she didn't play at all that game. It was quite warm and sunny, so I had her sit behind the team bench so she was somewhat in the shade, just in case she did have a concussion.
At this point, I'm extremely worried about Sassy, and I'm also starting stress about how I'm going to get everyone where they need to be if I need to take her in to an ER to get checked out. After the game, I decided to take her back to the hotel so I can assess her a little better and get her cooled off. Plus I knew that I could then give Soccer Girl to another teammate's family to make sure that she could get to her game. After getting Sassy cooled off and asking her a bunch of questions to check for short-term memory loss, I figured out that she didn't have a concussion - a nasty bruise on the side of her head and overheated, but fine.
That was bad day - Part 1.
I did end up sending Soccer Girl on to her pre-game warmups with a teammate so that I could keep Sassy in the cool hotel room for a little longer. I left the hotel in time to get to Soccer Girl's game. The parking garage at the hotel was extremely tight, especially on the ramps. As I was going down the ramp and turning to go onto the lower level, a car came rapidly around the corner. My choices were a) hit the car or b) hit the corner of the concrete wall. I chose the wall. The whole back half of my van is dented.
I DID make it to Soccer Girl's game on time, shedding many tears on the way there. I joked that the girls needed to win to help improve my day - they did!
Sunday was better than Saturday, with both Soccer Girl and The Boy making it to the finals in their divisions. Neither of their teams won the final game, but they still had a great weekend, soccer wise.
When was your last terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?