What happened to good old sportsmanship.  Children taking part in sports for the fun of it.  To get exercise.  To spend time with friends.  To learn how to win and lose gracefully.  Especially at a young age, where winning should not be everything.

I have mentioned before about one specific school that we play against.  It's the same school that have told their little players to tackle our kids until they are left lying down.  This school has to win.  They just cannot stand losing.  Up until this Saturday they have never won a game against us.

Well, Saturday the rugby games were held at their school.  They didn't schedule one game against our school and frankly we were fine with that.  At 11h30 our games were finished and we left to go shopping.   Some of the kids stayed behind though and wanted to know if they could play another game.  Some of the kids had only played half a game (it wasn't really a big day where the kids played lots of games)

Apparently the other school decided that they were willing to play against us.  The chose some kids to play against ours - which included kids in grades higher than our kids.  They also told our coach that he was not allowed on the field (they always stay on the field to show the little ones what to do).  Their coach however was the referee.

One of our parents overheard the coach tell the kids that if they can't get past our kids, they should punch them.  The game was hard (as it always is against them)  They don't really go for playing "clean" games. 

They punched one of our players so hard in his stomach that his parents had to take him to ER.  He has not been to school since.

One of their team players tackled one of our guys real hard.  So the next chance our guy got, he tackled their player back, hard.  The kids were all walking back to their places when one of the adults of the other school kicked our boy in the back with his knee!!!  Our team decided to rather walk off the field.  They were not up for this.  The other school then shouted that at last they have beat us.

These kids are 5 and 6 years old!!  How do you teach your child to play like that.  Why would you want your child to think that winning is everything?  What kind of pressure are you putting on that child?

I'm so glad we weren't there.  I shudder to think of the scene if it was Quintus that got kicked in the back by another parent. 

We are all seriously considering not playing against them again.  It's just not worth it.  Let them think we are scared.  Because we are.  Scared of our kids getting hurt.  Scared of our kids learning to play dirty like them.  Who knows what that team will be like when they are 13.

I have used up a box of tissues.  Seriously.  Yeah, not very sexy at all.  Thankfully I didn't have to see any clients today but tomorrow we are fully booked.  Not that I didn't work today, I was doing books.  However, I could blow my nose at every possible moment, without fearing that I would send the clients running!

Taking paracetamol sucks too.  To me it does pretty much the same as drinking milk.  Jay is still not better.  Zander isn't 100 % yet either.  We will get there though!

Why is it that you crave all kinds of bad foods when you feel sick?  I think I could finish off a whole batch of chocolate chip cookies all by myself tonight.  *I have had three already .... I could just as well finish it all right?*

I need to make something to eat for the family tonight.  I'm sure they won't mind having coffee and cookies?  I mean they are all boys.  Boys like to eat.  Chocolate is good....mmm..yes chocolate....cookies...coffee.  See they all start with a C.  It was meant to be!!!

The sick one

Today is one of those days where nothing much has happened, except for normal daily life.... let's see.

• Jason is still home from school.  Headaches are still not gone and his eyes are giving away that he is not well.
• My dear Quintus lost money that I put into his schoolbag for his music lessons.  Well, I don't know if he lost it or what happened to it but the bottom line is that it the music teacher doesn't have it and I don't have it either.  I'll be sending the money with again tomorrow.
• Zander isn't feeling too good either.  Although you wouldn't really say so by looking at him.  He's a good patient.
• The bug has found it's way to me as well.  It can move right along as far as I'm concerned.
• I took my Mother's rings in this afternoon to have them put together. Not that easy to lose one big ring.  Let's hope he doesn't mess up the sequence lol
• Can I just say what a relief it is to do work at home.  It just takes so much stress of me.
• A huge congratulations to my cousin Jules and family.  Her little (well, little is relative) 4.1 kg daughter was born this afternoon.  She is the first great-granddaughter to my grandfather.  She is also the first daughter in her father's family in 108 years!

Jason came to me this afternoon with tears in his eyes.  Now this is my son who hardly ever cries.  He gets upset, he will cry in anger.  Mostly though, not the deep quiet emotional cry.

He wanted to know what happens when you die.  I explained that we go to heaven when we die.  He wanted to know if you come back to earth once you die and I said no.  Once you go to heaven you stay there with Jesus.  I was assuming at this stage that he was talking about older people dying.  I was talking to him with that mind set.  Trying to put his mind at ease about people dying and going to heaven.  He wanted to know when people die.  If it happens when they are old.  I explained that Jesus decides when we will die.  When he wants us to join him.

He then said these words that makes any parent's heart stop for a while "Mommy, I don't want to die.  I don't want to go to heaven.  I'm scared of going to heaven.  I won't like it in heaven.  I'll be all alone."

I sat with him on my lap.  I told him that he won't be alone if he went to heaven.   That we will all see each other there.  He kept on asking me what is in heaven...will he be able to talk.  Will he be able to walk.  All this while crying, sobbing. He told me that going to sleep is the same as dying.   I explained that it is not but I'm sure this will lie heavily on his heart the next few nights when he goes to sleep.

Man it was hard.  Just even thinking of losing one of my kids makes my blood run cold.  Literally.  Dear Lord may that never happen to me.  May my boys all have a long and healthy life.  May I be around at least until they are old enough to work through grieve and understand.

Today has been hard.  On my little scared boy and me.

I have two sick boys at home this morning.  Tommie took Quintus to the golf course with him, while I have Zander and Jason home.  Zander woke up with a nose that looks pretty much like a tap filled with - well you know.  Poor kid is not happy.  Nursing is not easy and he can't suck on his dummy (pacifier), so he is not happy.

Jason at least doesn't have a fever but he is still complaing of a headache.  He is passed out on the couch.   He hasn't eaten for the past 3 days.  Only thing he will have is Milo.  So I'm giving him lots of it.

With the sickies I have missed out on my Wimpy breakfast this morning!!  I'd much rather have my boys healthy though.

Here's two pics of my youngest, enjoying his own company.