Quite ironic really as I have been spending the
last couple of weeks telling everyone about an annoying shouty dad at swimming!
Who likes to yell in his very obvious accent (let’s just say he is from a very,
very, large country in the north Atlantic!!) swimming instructions to his son
while he is having a lesson.
Hmmm, what can I say other than “hello pot this is
kettle”!!
To make matters even worse is that I have no idea
what he should be doing as I have never played a game of hockey in my life. I
have had to watch a few games (under duress I may add...), due to Mr P having
played it since he was a nipper but that’s it! So not only am I the shouty mum
shouting at her son I am also the shouty mum who actually has no idea what she
is shouting about!!
How bad is that??
I suppose we can blame my slightly competitive
nature, yes I like to win or to at least do well if I can’t win. So I want the
same for my sons, I want them to do well, their very best. I know the nearly 6 year old can do better,
that he can actually hit the ball quite well, I just want him to do it on the
field each week! Mr P is quite relaxed
about it all and thinks it will just sort itself out and the game will just
click for him. I hope so and if it doesn’t then fine at least he tried...
My sister who watched his games last weekend was “polite”
enough to point out that he is not the only one on the field looking like he
can’t be bothered. Mind you I don’t
think the parents of the children she was pointing out where that impressed
with her pointing this out!
So Mr P thinks it is best that I give the games a
miss for the next few weeks. Just so the
nearly 6 year old can ease himself into the game without his fishwife of a
mother shouting at him.
Good news, it should
give me enough time to read the hockey rule book......
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