I hope that this blog doesn’t give some sort of impression that I’m an always together kind of parent. If you read my twitter you’ll probably get a more accurate idea of just how much I wing it. And often stuff it up completely.
Tannah was trying out netball for the first time. She plans to just train with a team for the remainder of the season and will likely play next year (goodbye free Saturday Mornings, I will miss you). The team trains after school, at a school and most of the kids go to said school.
I know I shouldn’t assume I’ll be excluded or have to defend our no-school position, but experience tells me it will be shit with at least a couple of the Mums. And I’m kind of over it. So I went in with my usual optimism left at home.
The kids are training and Tans has settled in well. There are a group of Mums standing right next to me but no one is speaking to me-which I get, they all seem to really know each other. Suddenly one of the Mums says “so who IS that girl?”
I take a deep breath and offer “the one not in uniform?” She confirms so I jump in, smiling. Hopeful.
“That’s my daughter Tannah. She’s trying it out today and might officially join the team next year”
The other Mum cocks her head to the side, looks back at the team, looks back at me and has a face that says I’m confused. She is silent.
That’s all it takes for my must-I-be-having-this-conversation-and-it’s-sure-not-to-go-well-and-I’m-destined-to-be-the-weirdo-again brain to decide I should just jump in. Let’s get it over with. GO.
“She’s not in school uniform because she doesn’t go to school. That is we home educate. She’s the same age as these girls though and even knows one of them from her sister’s ballet”. This all spills out in one breath and without punctuation. I’m kind of spewing forth this info at the poor woman.
The woman pauses, looks back at the team again, then turns to me and says
“Oh no I didn’t even notice her yet! I was talking about the teenager helping the coach”
“Ah. She’s some sort of rep player here to help out” I reply as I wait for the ground to swallow me up.
She shuffles away as quickly as she can.
I felt like Ron in this clip.
So now if they think I’m some sort of militant, homeschooling, weirdo. They might have a point.
Never let it be said I’m cool at all times.
Have you ever made a situation awkward?