Weekend Recap: Paid Admission, No Seating
This weekend started at 5:00am. Which should honestly qualify for some kind of reward system but doesn’t.
I live in San Jose, but my Saturday morning alarm said we were heading to Walnut Creek for volleyball.
Coffee in hand, child in tow, and feeling… optimistic. Unprepared, but optimistic.
The Venue (and I use that term loosely)
Picture this:
A very hot warehouse.
No air conditioning.
No bleachers.
No chairs.
But yes, there was an entrance fee.
So just to recap:
Paid to get in!
Brought the athlete!
Forgot the folding chair!
Which meant… I sat on the floor. On purpose. For hours.
Somewhere between game one and game three, I realized:
I don’t play. I just pay…and apparently, I sit on floors now too.
Three Games + A Bonus Round
After three games (and watching my daughter ref because apparently we don’t just show up, we also clock in), I tossed her back in the car and headed straight home.
Quick turnaround. Because round two of the day was just getting started.
Soccer Mom, But Make It Strategic
Next stop: my other daughter’s last soccer game of the season.
And let me tell you, lesson learned.
I went home first and grabbed my chair. Not optional. Not negotiable. Growth.
This was definitely a Bump. Set. Sip. kind of day…minus the sip, because I forgot to hydrate like a responsible adult.
Game started, energy was high, and by 6:30pm we wrapped with a big win.
Watching her play striker and put a few points on the board? That’s the moment.
That’s the reason we do all of this!
The Reset (aka Survival Mode)
Got home, got everyone fed, and got to bed early because clearly, I make excellent decisions.
Sunday morning?Right back to Walnut Creek for another half day of volleyball.
Same drive. Same energy. Slightly better packing strategy.
Final Thoughts
It’s long days. It’s early mornings. It’s paying to sit on the floor in a hot warehouse.
But it’s also watching your kids show up, compete, and have their moment.
Somewhere along the way, this whole sideline life becomes its own thing: a little chaotic, a little loud, and somehow… ours.
If there’s a uniform for it, this would be it.
And honestly? That’s kind of the whole idea behind SdLn Edit; real life on the sidelines, just slightly more put together.
Chair is coming with me next time.
Always.
