Tattoos of my Discontent

Well, yesterday I mentioned in passing that the boys had several weekend sporting events that were - not so fun. At least they were not so fun for me, the mother who sat and watched her talented sons sit on the bench - in two sports and four separate sporting events.

I could write for miles about how frustrating it is for me. However, I will not carry on about that at the moment. I will however say that a telling symbol of my sporting malcontent showed up on my inner arms this morning. These were in the form of little, inch-long black marks imprinted repeatedly on my inner arms, around the elbow area.

These came about at Jacob's basketball tournament. He played (or didn't play, as the case was) in three of these games. Of course you have to pay to attend these games, and when you pay they stamp your hand with the "This One Paid a Whopping $5 Per Day" stamp. But now little replicas of the stamp are on the inside of my arms...after I spent most of all of the games clenching my crossed arms tightly to myself...in my extreme discontent.

Sigh. Are these signs to calm down during these sporting events? To take deep breaths and assume a less-imprintable position of meditation as the game goes on? Perhaps to hummm softly to myself, or perhaps just to gently blow on the stamp to let it dry before the game begins. I am really not sure.

I suppose I really do need to figure that out (and take another shower) before the next slew of sporting events begin. Tomorrow.