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August 24, 2006
>The other day, I mentioned the mysterious Soccer Mom Network, which is actually what I believe to be a transmitter in an undisclosed location that beams information into the brains of all the team moms. How else would I explain my innate knowledge of game times, e-mail addresses, and volunteer opportunities for my stepdaughter’s soccer team?
Apparently, though, like all new technology, the transmitter is malfunctioning when it comes to team snacks. Because what should be the easiest part of the team mom experience is using up far more of my brain cells than strictly necessary.
A team mother with any experience knows that games are not a good time to break out your favorite elaborate recipe because honestly, the girls are sweaty and nervous and they want something neat and prepackaged and unlikely to make them want to hurl 15 minutes into the game. With that in mind, I tend toward the trail mix packs from Sam’s Club or granola bars. Simple. Healthy. Perfect.
So imagine my displeasure when I got a call at the start of last season from what was clearly a Rookie Team Mom.
BARBARA: Hello, Lindsay? This is Barbara Novicello. We’re both on the list to provide snacks for the game next week, so I wanted to call and talk to you about what we’re bringing.
ME: Okay. Um, well, there are 30 girls on the team, so why don’t you bring 18 of whatever you want and I’ll bring 18 granola bars? Does that work for you? ……. Okay great. Bye.
BARBARA: Well. I was thinking of bringing bagel halves from Bruegger’s and whipping up a really healthy protein mix to spread on top of them. Along with sliced strawberries.
ME: Interesting. Okay, bye.
BARBARA: And you’re bringing. Granola bars.
ME: Kroger Brand, baby. With chocolate chips.
BARBARA: …….
ME: Okay, so. See ya next week!
Barbara hasn’t spoken to me since, probably because from what I gathered, the “protein mix” bagels remained pretty much untouched, while the granola bars were gone in 60 seconds. What can I say? I may look like a bimbo second wife, but after five years and a few hundred soccer games, I actually know what I’m doing.
This year, though, the transmitter malfunction seems to have only gotten worse. Because yesterday, I told Carol, the mom in charge of coordinating team snacks that I’d be happy to provide snacks for another away game, and I got what I think might have been the vaguest of vague refusals in response. It was like a deleted scene from the original Stepford Wives. Only far more disturbing.
“Well, I don’t know if that’s going to work out this year,” she said. “The snacks are an interesting thing, you know. With the other mothers, I’m wondering what’s going to happen. This season, who knows how things will shake out.”
“Maybe you misunderstood me,” I said. “I’m just saying I’ll bring snacks. For an away game. Like I do every year. Name the date.”
“It will be interesting this year,” she continued, shaking her head.
“Do you need volunteers?” I asked.
“Volunteers this year are a little different from past seasons,” she ruminated. “The snacks are a concept that leaves some doubt. Leaves some doubt. Leaves some doubt. Leaves some…”
With that, I grabbed Carol’s elbow and gave her an abrupt shake. She paused, then said, “See you later,” before calmly walking on to her car.
“Who are you? And what have they done with Carol?!” I called out after her as she walked away.
I knew then that our husbands were most likely not at work at all, but instead deep in conference within some enormous secret mansion, sweating over their broken Soccer Mom Transmitter. Because today, it’s just team snacks. But tomorrow, we might find that that strange and disquieting urge to stay away from the shopping mall has lifted. Or that we no longer feel the need to cook dinner every single night of the week. Or we might even realize that our sexy lingerie is not only uncomfortable, but also totally unnecessary when it comes to getting the job done.
Yep. They’d better get that transmitter fixed soon.
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>wait till they start spitting sparks out of their mouths and roatating their limbs. oh yes…. stepford is alive and well.God, I hope I am a funky soccer mom.
>Note to self: my kids are not playing soccer.
>Wow, I’m glad I did not have any issues like that with basketball. This was my first year in an organized sport. I was Ms. Novicello. However, when it was my turn they had an 8:30 AM game. So I thought, what could I bring that would be good that early but wasn’t sugary like donuts. Well I came up with the brilliant idea of granola bars. They didn’t like them. OH well, what do 10 year old boys know about nutrition anyway? Then I saw what the other mom’s brought for their turns and understood…chips, cookies, donuts…how could I compete? I still think I made a better choice.
>LOL.I have run across women like that at PTA meetings. I didn’t think to look for the transmitter…
>”Novicello”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
>The hell? Gawd…I hate women sometimes. Why are we so damn catty about something as simple as SNACKS?
>I’ve gotten so bad lately that when it’s my snack day, I just give all of the kids cash and send them to the snackbar.I wonder why they don’t aske me to be in charge of the snack schedule anymore? 😉
>”The snacks are a concept that leaves some doubt”?!?!?That’s just weird.
>Some folks have apparently way too little to worry about if snacks for a girls’ soccer team are something to get all kooky about. Sheesh! I’ll take a granola bar, though! ‘Specially if they have chocolate chips! Wo0t!
>Granola Bars FTW!
>What do you want to bet that Rookie Mom bitched because her gagalicious protein spread was rejected last year? She probably went to the head Soccer Mom and whined that someone might be allergic to something in those granola bars, along with implying that you don’t care about the girls’ health and should be banned from being Snack Mom.
>Ugh. What a bunch of asshats. The complete bitch in me (I like to think she’s just below the surface) would bring a whack of granola bars to out-do every other robo-mom’s stupid snack.
>I’m so glad you’ve already given me the inside scoop on chocolate chip granola bars. When I meet some Stepford Wife like that I automatically think they have way too much damn time on their hands. So far I haven’t met any psycho moms through soccer…it’s early yet, though.
>this kind of shit really scares me.
>Whatever happened to orange slices? That’s what was always served at our soccer games…..
>Kinda reminds me of the “Everybody Loves Raymond” epp where Debora gets in trouble for not bringing the snacks that were on the approved snack list.
>oh my god. it’s that scene from everybody loves raymond. do you know what i’m talking about?
>Those ladies need a blog to pour out their neurosis(ieszzss). There but for the grace of God go I…
>I think that lady had a glitch in her operating system.
>Thanks for making me smile this morning! Who the hell wants to eat healthy bagel halves and risk getting strawberries stuck in their teeth? 😉 Believe me, these moms are everywhere. Girl Scout moms can be weird too.
>That’s what happens when you migrate Stepford Wifeware 2.6 to Vista.I say bring the Granola bars to every game. Give yours and anyone else who wants a Granola Bar. By the time the season ends, they will all come to you at every game looking for a bar, while the Wives look on, confused.”Does… not… compute…”
>They are so jealous of you! They are so catty.I’ve encountered women like that, they are everywhere. Put them on ignore…..
>Sounds like you are being snubbed. I wouldn’t be sruprised fi they start giving you directions to the wrong field.
>HA!! You know how I feel about team snacks, so I’m totally with you on this!
>LOL I was totally thinking about that “Everybody Loves Raymond” episode, too. Must be a very common thing. I remember when my son’s quasi-preschool teacher (not quasi-teacher, although she kinda was) complained that my son never ate his snack. I was like, “Okey-doke. So…?” Dunno why snacks are an issue at all. BTW, I would’ve eaten the granola bar and left the weird protein-spread bagel alone. So there ya go. ;^)
>Slip a granola bar in your step-daughter’s soccer bag until the interesting concept with snacks and the issues revolving around said concept can be resolved. That way, if the resolution involves protein/fiber spreads on whole-grain flax bagels with carrot juice, she’s not only spared yakking an unattractive color mix, but will actually thank you for your rebelliousness. Just tell her to scarf it down in secret.