I believe I've hit a volunteering max. I get this phone call from a friend of mine who happens to be running our local volunteer soccer league. She explains that they needed help coaching Micah's soccer team because the previous coach who signed up could no longer do it. Knowing how hard it is to get a parent to be in charge of something, I broke and said I could help. BUT, I specifically said I would not be head coach, but assistant coach, and I made it clear that I would not be to the first soccer practice because I was helping run our block party (Another thing I signed myself up for. Bad timing, I know.)
So, Mat trickles down to soccer practice with little Micah to find that they are looking for the head coach by the name of Micki. Mat calls me immediately to tell me that I should have been to practice that night because parents were expecting me. This is all right in the middle of setting up for the block party...loads of chairs spewing from my car along with balanced food dishes and drink containers lining my seats. Argh! I really thought I had covered all my bases, yet the gal who was taking over for soccer that night never stepped up to the plate and had forgotten to tell the parents I wasn't going to be there. She's pregnant and forgiven.
Mat was the hero. Not knowing a thing about soccer, he did some drills with the girls in his shirt and tie. The parents watched and realized it wasn't too hard to instruct a group of 6-7yr olds.He also stuck up for me and let the parents know that I was not their gal, that someone else would need to help out. Well, so far that someone else has been Mat :-) He's actually quite attractive to me when he is working with kids. There's just something about it that make dads cute around little ones.