This year, my boys got involved with wrestling at school. Biddy wrestling, for those who don't know, is for young wrestlers that are under a certain age (10, maybe?). They have gone to practice two times a week for the last few months. The days they have practice have kind of been a pain in the ass because on those days, they have just enough time to get homework done and eat dinner before running to practice. Then by the time they get home, it's bed time. I always have to start dinner early on Monday and Thursday to make sure they eat in time for practice.
Since this is their first year, they aren't going to have a lot of matches. They had their first one yesterday. I was never involved in sports or any extra curricular activities when I was in school. I was on the yearbook staff one year, but that's it. I went to basketball and football games, but had never been to a wrestling tournament. I didn't know what to expect as far as from the parent aspect of it.
We had to be there an hour early so they could practice. The bleachers were full. I didn't realize that we were going to be there... allll..ddaayyy loooonnnggggggg. Whenever the boys' division would be called, my husband would take them to the "staging area". I had to look after everyone's coats and the boys's shoes and clothes, so I couldn't really get up and do anything, even walk around because for 1: I'd risk losing our seats, and 2: My daughter and I would have had to carry all that shit around! So I was stuck there on these hard ass bleachers, surrounded by a bunch of strangers.
There were 6 matches going on at one time. It was loud, people yelling, whistles blowing everywhere. I had to keep scanning each area for my husband and kids because we had no idea what area they would be wrestling in; it was a different place each time. Once they wrestled, they would come back and sit down until their division was called again.
My butt began to hurt and my legs kept going numb. All I wanted to do was leave!!!!! The kids were complaining about being hungry, but the food was super expensive, so I kept telling them we would get something when we leave. I see all of these other moms that brought sandwiches, crackers, bananas, bottled water....everything! I didn't bring shit. I really had no clue we would be there all fucking day!!
Highlights of the day include:
The old woman, I mean, like at least 75 years old dressed like she was 20. She had on leggings, uggs, and a fur vest! You could tell that she thought she was hot shit! Slutty grandma!
The cat fight! All of the sudden, there's a big commotion right in front of me. Two women started throwing fists. The one came over in front of me and got her coat, and she was telling these other people, "If she touches my kid again I'm gonna fuckin kill her".. and as she walked out, she threw another punch, but was then escorted out. Ghetto mama!
OH, and let's not forget the little kid behind me. He was probably younger than my kids, so around 5 or 6 yrs old saying, "Mommy, where's my iPad?". An iPad? For a kid that little?? Glad you got money to just throw away like that because sooner or later the kid's gonna throw it, drop it, or step on it. I knew the kid really did have an iPad of his own when his my mom said, "oh your iPad is at home on the counter, I think".
At least I will be better prepared for the next wrestling tournament. I don't know if I'm all cut out for this sports mom thing. I want to support my kids in everything they do, but I felt out of my element yesterday.
Oh yeah, the boys ended up having to wrestle each other in the finals. Dev can't stop laughing the whole time.. he's the blonde!