Never enough

I dragged my kids to soccer game. Aside from the bad idea in general, the mass hysteria inside the arena, the looming thought that the helicopter above us was filled with c2 or something explosive that you can put in contact solution bottles... aside from the fact that for the third time in a row my plans for "family fun" have left me in tears with my son holding my hand and my daughter in my arms. Plus! I didn't even come close to seeing David Beckham. I heard Tom Cruise was there in a 5th floor suite. That's the way to go to those things, two bodyguards and one large suite. Now I'm not usually the stalker star kind of girl, but here we were watching one of the best soccer teams in the world (real madrid) and I couldn't help myself. Also, my bestfriend Bella2863 saw Brad Pitt AND George Clooney this week in Vegas (at Prime) and I was pretty sure that my luck could run as well as hers. No luck.
I believe babygirl decided to turn 2 instantly. Somewhere between 40-45 minutes of play... she turned into a VERY hard headed girl. She fell (lots), spilled on the neighbors (lots), screamed and cried and wouldn't let me hold her, her hand on the cement stairs, or my hand over her mouth. (jk)
I guess it's my fault that she's like that. Very stubborn. We couldn't ever feed her - she has always wanted to do it herself. Now, she insists on climbing into her carseat by herself. With a scream of "BOPP!" if you try and help her.
So, when I was crawling inside of the bouncy house to drag my beautiful babygirl out in a tantrum big enough for, well, me, I thought to myself... why am I doing this alone? Why? When I thought about the $200 I had spent on tickets (plus $10 for parking and $18 for water and lemonade) and I had been stood up. By my husband. I cried. I ran out of the arena. Walked the two miles to the car... saw the sunset...and wished on stars.