I’m out of steam. I have no words. My house looks like it hasn’t been cleaned or tidied since before Christmas. Kids need driving to and fro all week. There’s appointments and shopping and blah. So here you go, this is my picture-filled post from my sort-of vacation/tournament with my daughter in Niagara Falls. 🙂
I am typing this post from inside a hotel room.
Did you know that many summer sports have an off-season? And that many city recreation programs have registration times that are due prior to official schedules being released by private sports organizations?
The mental aspect of sport parenting can quickly take a toll…but if you miss a registration, come summer things will feel disappointing. So, I tether myself to calendars and scheduling apps and try to stay on top of it. It goes something like this:
Twitter is full of funny tweets about this topic…and it’s so true, isn’t it. You concern yourself with things when you’re pregnant, or a first time parent, that seems so foreign to you later when you’re eyeball deep in youth sports and high school applications and tween drama and all the rest of it.
Yesterday I accidentally dropped a guinea pig into his cage where he landed on a rock.
Granted, there was hay on the rock, and the fall wasn’t that far, just a few inches, but still.
Hope he doesn’t have a piggie concussion. (He’s fine, I checked twice and again this morning.)
It’s his fault anyway; why would he leap out if my arms like that? He appeared to enjoy the snuggle just a minute earlier….
Speaking of concussion, the kids went for a baseline test last week. And naturally, us being us, there had to be an adventure… 😂
The other day I had an accident at the ballpark where one of my kids was umping.
Yes it was me the accident happened to, not a kid. I was merely chauffeuring my kid to his job, and I managed to hurt myself there. Sometimes, accidents happen to sports moms, too.
Allow me to explain, with a bit of a backstory first:
Spring is MIA.
So it finally happened here in my little corner of southern Canada – that big yellow ball in the sky emerged and emitted sunshine and warmth and my mood has been instantly lifted.
The other day I was at an older rink that had iffy looking water fountains, dirty bathrooms, and a long line at the snack bar. I rooted through my bag and realized I forgot to bring my water bottle.
I finally make it to the counter and ask for a bottle of water.
“$2.90”, the guy said.
I can by a case of 12 at the local No Frills for $1.88.
The mark-up is insane.
I don’t wanna go to the rink.
There, I said it. Happy New Year.