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.
This morning got off to a scary start. I woke up in my daughter’s bed still in my work clothes from yesterday at 6:20 am. She and I looked out the window at the beautiful, fresh fallen snow, and my hubby’s car tracks in the driveway. He had already left for his business trip to LA. Sierra went downstairs to watch TV while I stayed behind to check in on Brooke. I looked first in her crib – no Brooke. I looked in her “big bed” – no Brooke. I looked in the master bedroom – no Brooke. I called down to Sierra – no Brooke there either! My heart began racing and I frantically began searching the house. I looked all over the main floor, then down in the basement – no Brooke. I ran back upstairs to Brooke’s new “big bedroom” and kicked our Rottweiler off of Brooke’s “big bed” fearing that Molly was laying down on top of her and suffocating her. Thankfully, Brooke wasn’t there. Where could she be? Fearing the worst I began screaming her name; “Brooke, Brooke”! Then out of the play tent in her new “big bedroom” I heard a tiny, sleepy, voice cry out “Mommy?” I swear, that will forever be the sweetest voice I have ever heard in my life, and I pray this morning will be the scariest morning of my life.
What’s the scariest thing your kids have ever done to you?