Anyone who is involved in a youth sport knows that not all parents are created equal. Dealing with those select few can be trying at best and oh-my-god-I’m-gonna-commit-hari-kari at worst. The folding chair mecca that is the youth soccer sideline can be full of surprises and intrigue. I wrote a fun post about the various cliques you find on soccer sidelines a while back, but have now discovered I left out a group.
White Trash Mom has opened my eyes.
The idea of the "MUFFIA" comes from the best book in the world called I DON’T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT by Allison Pearson. The main character is a mom who is juggling career and home, swimming against the tide 24/7. You don’t need to have a high power career like the fictional character in this book to "get" the book and to think it is soooo funny. The main character in the book is constantly getting attacked from the rear by the perfect moms that she refers to as "the muffia". I about peed my pants reading parts of this book as it was so TRUE. It was after reading this book that I decided to go PUBLIC with my whole "white trash" philosophy on parenting.
We all get our inspiration from somewhere don’t we! Well, if you’re a suffering Soccer Mom on the sidelines at 8:30AM in your sweats and no makeup – have no fear. The Queen of WT has some ideas for repelling The Muffia.
Muffy, have you LOST weight?
OMYGOSH, we have a potholder at home that looks just like your sweater.
L-O-V-E the shoes! I saw those at Target last week and almost bought them.
Did you do something to your hair? It looks (lighter, darker, red)? That brassy kind of tone is very RETRO.
OH! Are those the shoes I heard about at the DOLLAR STORE? You must be a great shopper.
I really really really can’t let Soccer Mom read this. She might just try one of these out and then the police might be involved! Be sure to check out the Queen of WT’s many encounters with The Muffia. Too funny.