sitting on the decrepit bleachers at Polo Fields soccer pitches in Golden Gate Park. Sun’s out. Good. Light breeze. Good. Have interesting book to read. Good. 

So done w hanging out at soccer practices. Not good. No other parents hanging out to chat with (we all gave that up about 2nd, 3rd grade). Bored.  Been in cranky mood sense driving home from school drop off this morning. More not good. 

Maybe I’ll stop writing since I’m really just whining.