Category Archives: Parenthood

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.

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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…

I. HATE. HOCKEY.

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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Fifteen Months

Dear Amber,

Wow girl! You’re 15 months old already!! Where has the past year gone? You are growing up to be a very happy and smart little girl – eager to play and chase your sisters around the house.

Lately you’ve been a bit cranky though – I think you may be teething, and getting your “eye” teeth. You have a total of 12 teeth now – the four front teeth across the top, four front teeth across the bottom, plus four molars. There’s a gap between those four front teeth and the molars for your eye teeth that I believe you’re working on getting now. That said, you love to eat with your beautiful little chompers, especially your favourite foods: Pizza, Buttered pasta, fries, cucumber, green melon and mommy’s Chobani yogurt:

You, my darling, are VERY independent! When you notice us getting ready to leave for work/school/shopping/out to play etc, you get your jacket off of your hook, bring it to us and say, “Go… Go… Go!”. You just love to try and do things youself, and you get so mad at us if we try to help you.  Socks are your favourite – you take them off yourself at bath time, and put them in the laundry hamper for mommy and daddy. When I try to take your socks off for you you throw a VERY big temper tantrum! Oh the injustice!

I saw these socks called Ezsox and thought they’d be perfect for you:

You could grip the little handles on them and pull them on and off yourself!  I also saw that they give 40% off to their facebook fans so I “liked” them in order to get you some.  It’ll be really cute to show you how to do it, especially since you’re so keen on doing EVERYTHING yourself.

Ahhh speaking of doing things yourself, little miss independent…. You love swimming lessons with daddy – but aren’t too keen on doing what everyone else is doing.  You really like to jump from the edge of the pool into daddy’s arms – you don’t even mind getting your face wet!  One night daddy was too sick to take you, so I took you to your class and I had to do an “underwater pass” with you.  This is when the instructor passes you underwater to me! I thought for sure you would freak out but you loved it!!  Holy moly kiddo – you LOVE to swim!!!

Oh Amber – you have no idea how perfectly you fit into this family – we love you, your independence and your bright beautiful smile so much!

Thank you for being part of our lives – I love you!!

Love,

Remember: “You’re only one workout away from a good mood!”