You know you are officially a soccer mom when you travel for a tournament. As in, stay for the night.  As in, spend way too much money to spend two days in the sweltering heat watching soccer games.

Which is where I was this weekend.  We participated in a tournament in Hershey, PA on Saturday and Sunday.  Hershey, people!! Home of Hershey Park and Hershey yumminess!  Total and complete happiness.  Stuff of my dreams, man.

Traveling to Hershey, to me, means  four things:

Reality was slightly different.  Closest I got to chocolate in my dreamland was a  spoon of my son’s Frosty at Wendy’s on the way home.  Meh.

Aside from the chocolate letdown, our family did have a blast (despite the sweltering heat) and I learned a few things about life and boys and soccer which, alas, I am too tired to relay at this moment.  What I CAN tell you is that bringing 16 children to a restaurant for dinner is not the best idea if you would like to emerge with your reputation still in tact.  Which is why I drank wine and pretended like I had never seen those children before in my life.  Soooo much better for the psyche.

Little man was MVP on Sunday

Preferred mode of transportation for the weekend
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