We are in the volleyball home-stretch; the last home game is tomorrow and the last road trip is Saturday. I am looking forward to the end of the season for a number of reasons, most having to do with the fact that I am drowning on the blood caused by biting my tongue in an effort not to tell The Teenager's coach exactly how I feel about her "coaching".
The Teenager is looking forward to the end of the season for much the same reason and I am hoping that, once the season is over, she will return to her normal, cheerful self and leave the weeping and gnashing of teeth behind in time to actually enjoy what is left of her Junior year.
On the bright side, tomorrow's game is the annual "Pink Out for Cancer" fundraiser. Usually, several of the girls voluntarily cut their hair for Locks of Love, raising money by auctioning cutting rights to the highest bidder. This year, none of the girls were willing to part with their hair so a raffle has been planned, instead. I'll miss the entertainment of watching the haircuts but I'll buy raffle chances because I believe in supporting the cause.
After all, what goes around, comes around.
Which, if there is justice in this world, includes a world of pain for a certain volleyball coach who has made it her mission to make my kid's life miserable for the past two months.
And, yes, I will be making an additional donation to the cancer fund to make up for wishing that on the coach.
Just in case that really is how karma works.
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