who wants to play soccer?

As I was driving down the road, don't know if I was in the Bimmer or the old Jeep, I saw a Mom and her kids pulling out onto the road heading somewhere. To a game, a park or the beach? It didn't matter. It hit me in the face like a tennis ball thrown at my dogs: I want to be a Soccer Mom! I want my day to revolve around getting my husband off to work, the kids fed and dressed then their day planned out with magnificent adventures. Sure sure I know that the SM Life is not what it's all cracked up to be. They have problems, right? Like how to get the youngest to quit taking off their clothes and running around naked in public. Problems like I didn't feel like cooking tonight so I'll order a pizza and have a beer on the porch while my kids swim in the pool. They have problems with not feeling adequate and needed by their peers? I want that. I am tired of working in a career that after a decade will just go away because they changed some laws. I am tired of paying a mortgage, electric, cable and phone bill just to do it again next month all alone. When I get up in the morning I have a bunch of wet noses to feed, exercise and poop. Then I work for someone else doing other things and worrying that I wont have a job tomorrow. When you are a SM you get a full time job no matter what! You have a direction, goal and plan for lives that rely on you, love you (even when they are pissed) and look to you for direction for the second, the month or even their entire lives. Imagine that! Of course when I want to take a vacation I can turn off my phone, computer and hopefully (usually not) my mind so I can rest. I guess SM's don't really ever get this opportunity but I wouldn't want it. I want to be wanted 24/7 and not worry that Super Soccer Mom will ever go away. Now I find myself closing in on 40 with not a glimmer of SSM hope. A girl can dream...
(Photo above is of a proud Aunt that is jealous of her soon to be SM Sister)