I stretch meat when I can, since I’m feeding meat eaters here…But I do it for two reasons: get more meat for our hard-earned buck, and to boost flavour and nutrition.
I’m all people’d out. Finished. Done.
Tapped out of extroversion.
My daughter and I just completed a whole out of town weekend with a group of tweens and their parents. Games at rinks. Meals in atriums. Hotel room doors opening and closing amid giggles and shuffling feet.
Having said that, socializing is a nice change of pace for me. While at away games and tournaments, I get to talk with the sports parents in an environment other than rink lobbies for a change. This is good for an introvert like me. I do like occasional socializing, for a while.
But I have limits. 🙂
On some days, the slightest thing can cause me to feel major anxiety.
And yet, the same exact thing another day may not even register on my brain.
I don’t get it.
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There is a pub in our neighbourhood that serves traditional Polish food. Or, Eastern European (so northern Germany, into the Baltic states, etc…) If you like Schnitzel and potatoes and pickled things and, um…beer, well this pub serves that.
What’s more, it’s walking distance from our house.
There is a coffee shop in Canada called Tim Horton’s (Tim’s for short) that is ubiquitous with hockey families. Often, you will find a Tim’s near a rink, especially older arenas. Actually, there are Tim’s everywhere in the city, including near schools, churches and on every street corner.
I’m currently sitting in such a Tim’s on this snowy, Sunday night.
Last night, on a Saturday night no less, I was not at a rink.
If you’re a long time reader here you may understand the significance of this. We’re raising rink rats here, and weekends are usually all about youth sports. And yes, they schedule games on Saturday nights. 🙂
Look. I have been a mom of preschoolers. I have been a mom of fidgety kids. I have been a mom in rink lobbies and dressing rooms for over a decade.
I. Get. It. 😶
Today I realized I failed at numerous goals I’ve set for myself for December, namely in the eating and drinking department.
For instance: I am drinking less water than I need to in order to flush out all the carbs and sugar I seem to be stuffing my face with lately.
I will begin my story with the happy ending: I’m home, no one was hurt, maimed, killed or sent to jail today despite the weather that could have caused all of the above, and I have tea and a pecan butter tart.
Still interested in my many mishaps? Read on, then…
Youth sports coaches are almost always moms and dads who have a kid on the team. This has been the case for both of my kids over the years in a multitude of sports which they play(ed).
Recently, I heard about a situation during a game that had me relating it to a parenting scenario. I didn’t personally witness the incident, but my partner was there and he outlined it to me later. He is the trainer on our boy’s hockey team and fills in as assistant coach when someone else is absent.
That particular situation made such an impression on me I decided to share it with you here.