Return of the Insane Soccer Mom From Hell
Sunday, April 6th, 2008 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijou As some of you will recall from this post and this post, we had a soccer parent with issues who did not like the Husbandly One. Of course, after that particular season was over, we didn't have to deal with Insane Soccer Mom, or her husband/partner/whatever-the-hell-he-is, Mr. Psycho Wannabe Cop. Well, except for the occasional times THO saw her in the parking lot at the local grocery store. Those meetings usually went something like this: THO would be walking cheerfully along through the parking lot, usually with a happily chattering son holding his hand, or a busily yakking daughter waving her hands as she described something to him, a small SUV would drive past them, the window would roll down, and Mrs. Insane would lean out the window and yell some variant of "You jerk!" at him, and drive away.
Maturity need not apply, I guess.
Well, this season, Mrs. Insane's older son is on the same U12 team as my daughter. Mrs. Insane threw a royal hissy fit when she got the team schedule. Why? Because she found out that the team had to travel. Now... this is not the "select" team, which would be the team with all the best players on it that goes to tournaments, etc. This is just the rec league team. Miss Priss wanted to stay on the rec team one more season, because next season, she moves up to U13, and won't be playing with her best friend anymore. So, while the rec team travels, they only travel to Austin. The farthest we've gone was yesterday, to play at the Lake Travis fields, which was about an hour's drive away. The select U12 team travels to Victoria, Corpus Christi, San Antonio, etc... which can be exhausting, because sometimes, that means traveling on Saturday AND Sunday. It's been a scramble to make sure Mrs. Insane's son makes it to the games, because she refuses to drive him. This has meant major inconveniences for the coach and other parents, because the coach's wife just had a baby, and there isn't a lot of room in their truck now. WE have plenty of room, but as you can see by the above paragraph, Mrs. Insane isn't too fond of us. So, it's been a lot of fuss and bother.
Now, I have to say that Mrs. Insane is most likely not the most observant of women, because she only realized TODAY that Miss Priss is our daughter. This after THO ran one of the team's practices, because the coach and his family had to make an unexpected trip to San Antonio for a death in the family. Mr. Insane noticed, and wouldn't let his son practice with the team, instead keeping him with the younger son at the little kids' practice. He did this for two more practices... just in case!
*insert eye-roll here*
Okay, so today, we traveled to Slaughter Creek for a game at 3:30, and walk up to the coach's truck where the kids and parents were waiting to find out what field we were on. And Mrs. Insane's eyes rove over the arriving parents and light on THO. Her face sours with disgust, and she immediately says, quite loudly in fact, "Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me!"
THO ignored this, because really, what was the point? He just rolled his eyes and walked up to the coach to talk to the kids, and help out unloading things from the truck. I missed most of that, being busy with trying to keep the Impossible Son from being hit by passing vehicles, and hugging the kids as they came trooping up. I heard the "You've got to be kidding me," but I had no idea it was aimed at my husband!
So, we find out the field on our schedule is not the field we will be playing on, no, it's way over there on the OTHER side of the complex (for some reason, that's eerily familiar), and we all troop back to the cars. The coach offers to take our cooler (we were doing snack detail), because THO and I had found a nice shady spot to park, and didn't see a reason to move our car when our legs work perfectly fine. And that's when the Campaign began.
Apparently, Mrs. Insane didn't realize that the coach and his wife are very good friends of ours, and that our daughters are best friends. She started in right away telling Mrs. Coach that she wasn't aware that "That Man" as she called THO, had anything to do with the team, and that she had specifically TOLD our league president that she didn't want to have her children on any team associated with THO, because THO was "unstable and psychotic." And that she had half a mind to just take her son home.
Mrs. Coach was rather stunned by this, and said politely that taking her son home was her perogative, because she was, after all, his parent, and that Mrs. Coach couldn't make her stay, but at the moment, we only had seven players, and it wasn't for sure that any more were arriving, and that her son was really, really needed for the game. And since her son, and our daughter, had been playing on the same team for the last six weeks without any problems, and that I had actually intervened a few times on the behalf of her son,and had also offered rather generously to go buy him a pair of cleats (I didn't know whose son he was, and even if I had, I still would have offered. Because I'm just built that way) since he doesn't have any, that she really didn't have any grounds to complain.
As you can imagine, that was less than satisfactory on Mrs. Insane's part. In fact, she was pretty darn upset, and immediately went to work on the other parents, trying to influence them against THO, though we're not sure exactly what she wanted to accomplish. THO isn't coaching Miss Priss' U12 team this season. He's just a team parent like everyone else.
This sort of backfired on her because most of the parents already know THO, either from coming to practices and games this season, or because of last season, or because their younger kids have been on his teams. So they pretty much laughed in her face. One of the moms sort of stared at her for a moment and then said, "Um... exactly HOW is Mr. Husbandly unstable? Or psychotic?"
Mrs. Insane said indignantly, "Because he threatened to call the police! Just because of our kid!!"
LMAO!!!
It was definitely a day of frustration for Mrs. Insane, I must say! The final blow came when her younger son, being very hot, asked for something to drink. She said, "You'll have to go ask the coach, sweetie! He has the drinks!"
Mrs. Coach smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, no, we didn't bring the snacks and drinks today. That's THO and his wife that brought them. You'll have to go ask them, honey!"
Heapin' the coals, heapin' the coals!
It took her about fifteen minutes to work up the nerve!! And yes, the little one (who was only six) got his drink.
I feel sorry for the kids. Really. Because their mom is... well... a little off. (I'm bein' REALLY generous, here!) And she left early, declaring she was going to call our league president to complain. Evidently, she has this fixed sort of notion in her head that being on the board, or coaching for our league, are paying positions. They're not. We're all volunteers. None of us are being paid at all. Every single bit of the money that comes in to LYSA goes to the kids. Literally. We pay for uniform shirts and socks. Sometimes, we even pay for shin guards and cleats. And balls. It's not like we're making vast amounts of money for this. I mean, we still need to find a way to irrigate our fields, we need to replant the grass, we need new nets, and a whole slough of other things. For one parent to launch a vendetta because of a personality conflict reeks of ridiculousness. I vote for letting her hoist herself on her own petard. She's awfully good at it as it is. We won't have to expend any effort whatsoever. Just... stand back and watch the show.
Yeah, I know, y'all are thinking, "Where's Auntie's indignation? Where's that pithy remark she's so good at?"
Well, my dears, Auntie refuses to engage in a battle of the wits with someone who is so obviously disarmed. Besides, she WANTS to fight it out, and y'all know, I NEVER do what someone who pisses me off wants me to do. And you know, bein' nice and polite to her seriously pisses her off, because she has no excuse or opportunity to start a fight. It's like my own version of torture, and in this case, I am enjoying it way too much to stop!
We will see what we will see!
Maturity need not apply, I guess.
Well, this season, Mrs. Insane's older son is on the same U12 team as my daughter. Mrs. Insane threw a royal hissy fit when she got the team schedule. Why? Because she found out that the team had to travel. Now... this is not the "select" team, which would be the team with all the best players on it that goes to tournaments, etc. This is just the rec league team. Miss Priss wanted to stay on the rec team one more season, because next season, she moves up to U13, and won't be playing with her best friend anymore. So, while the rec team travels, they only travel to Austin. The farthest we've gone was yesterday, to play at the Lake Travis fields, which was about an hour's drive away. The select U12 team travels to Victoria, Corpus Christi, San Antonio, etc... which can be exhausting, because sometimes, that means traveling on Saturday AND Sunday. It's been a scramble to make sure Mrs. Insane's son makes it to the games, because she refuses to drive him. This has meant major inconveniences for the coach and other parents, because the coach's wife just had a baby, and there isn't a lot of room in their truck now. WE have plenty of room, but as you can see by the above paragraph, Mrs. Insane isn't too fond of us. So, it's been a lot of fuss and bother.
Now, I have to say that Mrs. Insane is most likely not the most observant of women, because she only realized TODAY that Miss Priss is our daughter. This after THO ran one of the team's practices, because the coach and his family had to make an unexpected trip to San Antonio for a death in the family. Mr. Insane noticed, and wouldn't let his son practice with the team, instead keeping him with the younger son at the little kids' practice. He did this for two more practices... just in case!
*insert eye-roll here*
Okay, so today, we traveled to Slaughter Creek for a game at 3:30, and walk up to the coach's truck where the kids and parents were waiting to find out what field we were on. And Mrs. Insane's eyes rove over the arriving parents and light on THO. Her face sours with disgust, and she immediately says, quite loudly in fact, "Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me!"
THO ignored this, because really, what was the point? He just rolled his eyes and walked up to the coach to talk to the kids, and help out unloading things from the truck. I missed most of that, being busy with trying to keep the Impossible Son from being hit by passing vehicles, and hugging the kids as they came trooping up. I heard the "You've got to be kidding me," but I had no idea it was aimed at my husband!
So, we find out the field on our schedule is not the field we will be playing on, no, it's way over there on the OTHER side of the complex (for some reason, that's eerily familiar), and we all troop back to the cars. The coach offers to take our cooler (we were doing snack detail), because THO and I had found a nice shady spot to park, and didn't see a reason to move our car when our legs work perfectly fine. And that's when the Campaign began.
Apparently, Mrs. Insane didn't realize that the coach and his wife are very good friends of ours, and that our daughters are best friends. She started in right away telling Mrs. Coach that she wasn't aware that "That Man" as she called THO, had anything to do with the team, and that she had specifically TOLD our league president that she didn't want to have her children on any team associated with THO, because THO was "unstable and psychotic." And that she had half a mind to just take her son home.
Mrs. Coach was rather stunned by this, and said politely that taking her son home was her perogative, because she was, after all, his parent, and that Mrs. Coach couldn't make her stay, but at the moment, we only had seven players, and it wasn't for sure that any more were arriving, and that her son was really, really needed for the game. And since her son, and our daughter, had been playing on the same team for the last six weeks without any problems, and that I had actually intervened a few times on the behalf of her son,and had also offered rather generously to go buy him a pair of cleats (I didn't know whose son he was, and even if I had, I still would have offered. Because I'm just built that way) since he doesn't have any, that she really didn't have any grounds to complain.
As you can imagine, that was less than satisfactory on Mrs. Insane's part. In fact, she was pretty darn upset, and immediately went to work on the other parents, trying to influence them against THO, though we're not sure exactly what she wanted to accomplish. THO isn't coaching Miss Priss' U12 team this season. He's just a team parent like everyone else.
This sort of backfired on her because most of the parents already know THO, either from coming to practices and games this season, or because of last season, or because their younger kids have been on his teams. So they pretty much laughed in her face. One of the moms sort of stared at her for a moment and then said, "Um... exactly HOW is Mr. Husbandly unstable? Or psychotic?"
Mrs. Insane said indignantly, "Because he threatened to call the police! Just because of our kid!!"
LMAO!!!
It was definitely a day of frustration for Mrs. Insane, I must say! The final blow came when her younger son, being very hot, asked for something to drink. She said, "You'll have to go ask the coach, sweetie! He has the drinks!"
Mrs. Coach smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, no, we didn't bring the snacks and drinks today. That's THO and his wife that brought them. You'll have to go ask them, honey!"
Heapin' the coals, heapin' the coals!
It took her about fifteen minutes to work up the nerve!! And yes, the little one (who was only six) got his drink.
I feel sorry for the kids. Really. Because their mom is... well... a little off. (I'm bein' REALLY generous, here!) And she left early, declaring she was going to call our league president to complain. Evidently, she has this fixed sort of notion in her head that being on the board, or coaching for our league, are paying positions. They're not. We're all volunteers. None of us are being paid at all. Every single bit of the money that comes in to LYSA goes to the kids. Literally. We pay for uniform shirts and socks. Sometimes, we even pay for shin guards and cleats. And balls. It's not like we're making vast amounts of money for this. I mean, we still need to find a way to irrigate our fields, we need to replant the grass, we need new nets, and a whole slough of other things. For one parent to launch a vendetta because of a personality conflict reeks of ridiculousness. I vote for letting her hoist herself on her own petard. She's awfully good at it as it is. We won't have to expend any effort whatsoever. Just... stand back and watch the show.
Yeah, I know, y'all are thinking, "Where's Auntie's indignation? Where's that pithy remark she's so good at?"
Well, my dears, Auntie refuses to engage in a battle of the wits with someone who is so obviously disarmed. Besides, she WANTS to fight it out, and y'all know, I NEVER do what someone who pisses me off wants me to do. And you know, bein' nice and polite to her seriously pisses her off, because she has no excuse or opportunity to start a fight. It's like my own version of torture, and in this case, I am enjoying it way too much to stop!
We will see what we will see!
