This past weekend my kids played in a total of 17 lacrosse games. The weekend before there were 10.
I wonder if it’s possible to die from lacrosse overdose.
On the upside, the tournament this past weekend was Beach Lax in Ocean City. So between games that started as early as 7 a.m. and went as late as 9:30 p.m., this is what we were doing:
At least that’s what the girls were doing. The girls’ tournament was right across the street from the beach. The boys’ games were in Berlin—a ways inland. So even though the girls played a total of 12 games, I was glad I was shuttling them around and not my son. And since I coach my younger daughter’s team (some of whom are pictured above between their 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. games on Saturday), trading off wasn’t an option.
This was the first year that three of the kids’ teams played in the beach tournament. The past two years, we only had one child on a team that went to the beach. So this was my husband’s first year attending, since I struggle with being in two places at once. But I barely saw him the whole weekend. I also slept very little and lived off of pizza and frozen coffee drinks.
The good news is, the lacrosse season is now over.
I wonder if I’ll feel any withdraw.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 13, Lilly, 11, Adam, 11, and Jonah, 7.