I know I'm suppose to be a supportive mother... and believe me normally I'm all that and a ball of yarn, but honestly today was a dreaded day for me, because somewhere inside me I thought we'd escape the day that I actually have to go to... bum bum bum... Football sign ups. It's not that I hate football (well maybe a little, it stands for everything I hated about high school... glorified craziness... cheerleaders... pep rallies... need I say more) But beyond all that I really just didn't want to drive 82 miles for the games. I love my athletic boy... I cheer him on... pretty loudly, and sometimes I even live vicariously through his athleticism (because I was always a little clumsy and a lot self conscious to be a good athlete) But this one never has appealed to me much. I'm happy to see him excited to play, and participate in a team sport with his friends... and half of the football town we call home. I just wish the games were closer and I wouldn't have to go to half of them alone. Poor me... I know... Boo hoo. Well here we go onto the next adventure. And hey maybe I'll get me a nice blue sweatshirt that says Herder Mom... GO- FIght- win!!!