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In The Blink of an Eye

Today I want you to hug your family members extra, extra tight. Tell them you love them and that they’re special – savour everything that makes them special, because they can be gone in the blink of an eye.

Things happen fast – I recently read the book “Left Neglected” about a busy, working mom of 3 who suffers a bad head injury from a car accident on her way to work. The head injury leaves her unable to work and unable to care for her three children. It’s a really good book and really makes you realise how fast your life can change, and to re-think the priorities in your life (and if you’re a cell phone user it’ll definitely make you think twice about touching your phone while driving).

This past weekend we learned first hand how precious life is, and how fast your life can change.

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On Saturday night while the rest of us were all sleeping, my hubby lost consciousness and fell. When he fell he hit his head on something (we’re assuming it was the hard concrete basement floor). He remembers waking up on the floor in front of the TV, but not sure how he got there. He then went to bed. At 11:30 in the morning I made him get up (I was peeved because his staying up late watching TV made me miss my run). When he got up he had slurred speech, was seeing double, was dizzy, and couldn’t walk a straight line. He told me what happened so I took him to the hospital where he spent the day undergoing a battery of tests. They’ve been able to determine that he did not have a stroke or a seizure, and that he does not have a brain tumour.

Since then his head injury has lingered and he has been unable to drive, work or concentrate. It’s been 4 days now and he’s just starting to see better, talk better, remember more and his wit is coming back. I’ve never been so happy to have him poke fun of me and my quirks. He’s still undergoing tests to find the cause so that they can perhaps treat it to prevent this from happening again. It’s times like this that I’m thankful for our healthcare system.

My husband would be embarrassed that I told you all this – but I want you to consider how precious your loved ones are – to give them hugs, love them everyday and to cherish all that makes them unique. Anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

A Follow Up on Why I Hate Hockey

Yesterday I posted a rant about hating hockey – I thought I had made myself clear, but apparently I didn’t because I was asked a few times about it. I didn’t mean ALL hockey – hey now, I AM CANADIAN afterall. I just hate TELEVISED hockey. I love GOING to real games. (Though it’s been a few years since I’ve gone to a game). My daughters (6, 4, and 1) don’t watch hockey (or very much TV for that matter). They are busy, busy little ladies. Playing together, getting into things, and constantly changing their clothes and making a big mess. Even the baby has learned to take off her pants, socks and diaper and leave them all over the place. Looking after them after a long day at work is tiring. I leave work at 5 pm. I then make my first after-work pick up at the daycare centre at 5:30. Then I wrestle the cats into the van, and drive to the after-school babysitter to pick up my oldest. We usually get home at 6pm. I then herd them into the house, help them take off their shoes, put away their jackets, and backpacks, nurse the toddler, then cook dinner *(or heat and serve something I made the night before after the kids went to bed). Dinner is cooked, eaten and finished by 6:45. I then play with the girls play referee until 7:30 or 8 pm when hubby gets home.


So what does busy kids have to do with hockey?
When hubby gets home he hugs us all says “Hi”, turns up his nose at the yummy HEALTHY dinner I created, makes himself a sandwich (or worse, brings home his own fast food to eat) and then proceeds to hide in the basement watching hockey until it’s time to put the kids to bed, which incidentally always coincides with 2nd intermission.

Here’s my BEEF:
Yo! I’m freaking exhausted! Why does HE get to hide? Why is – “it’s the playoffs honey” a valid excuse? Why can’t *I* come home to a cooked dinner, change into some comfy clothes, then go hide in the basement by myself? Why is the kitchen clean up, supervising the kids as they ride their bikes up and down the street, taking them to the park and around the block, and cleaning up after them ALL MY JOB?

Ladies – am I the only hockey playoff widow out there? I’m super duper tired. I can’t focus at work. My brain is MUSH! Why can’t I relax for an evening each week. One evening. That’s all I ask. What TV show can I insist on watching ALL. BY. MYSELF. every week? It’s been so long since I’ve had quiet ME time that I don’t even know what else there is on TV, yanno, besides hockey.

So this is why I hate TELEVISED hockey. It steals my spouse. I can handle one night a week, but not every single night for months on end. My kids are far too busy for me to be short staffed in the parent department. Hockey – get off my TV. Thanks.

Oh How I Hate Hockey…

I may be a really bad Canadian for admitting this, but I gotta be honest with you all…


Not the hockey my daughter plays – but the kind that’s on TV every night. EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. The kind that gives my husband an excuse to hide in the basement for 3 hours to watch the “playoffs” from now until mid-June.  WTF?! Why can’t *I* hide in the basement for even ONE night?  I would LOVE that!

Tell me ladies – am I the only one?

Oh and a note to the Senators… Please LOSE. The longer you stay in the playoffs, the longer my hubby has an excuse to hide. Mmmmm kay?  Thanks.


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