Though I can't say that I've used any trig or calculus since I learned them years ago (as most high school math students accurately predict), I do have occasion to use a little mom math. Let me share one equation with you. Spring rain + a grass field + rowdy boys at a lacrosse game in the Pacific Northwest = ? Stumped? It equals every 10-year old boy's dream--a mud bath. Ethan and his buddies were loving it! Ethan played well and scored at least 2 goals that we saw, but Ethan says it was more like 3 or 4. You may think it odd that Jas and I were both at his game and don't know more about his skills, but with the three other kiddos and the white dog there with us, all of whom we were trying to keep as mud-free as possible (an exercise in futility), it was not like we could kick back, relax, and enjoy the spectacle. And what a spectacle it turned out to be. I'm glad I at least had my cell with me so I could capture the moment.
The boy
His legs (those socks are [were?] white)
His gear
His rear
It's a good thing that he didn't get hurt during the game and have to visit the hospital because his underwear was not up to task. After it was all said and done, I spent over 3 hours scrubbing equipment, doing loads of laundry (multiple washes for the uniform) and then cleaning the laundry room. The cleaning is ongoing: I actually just came across the mud splattered water bottle in the back of the car today. I guessed I missed a spot. The muddy melee may have been every boy's dream, but it certainly didn't end up every mom's...well at least not this mom's.
