That’s right, I said ceasefire! Now that the kids’ hockey seasons are over, I can briefly back off firing on all cylinders. Do you know how I know that the kids’ hockey season is over? Well, in the last week alone –
I didn’t have to navigate my groceries into a car filled with hockey bags and water bottles.
I ate dinner … sitting down.
I actually cooked dinner, consulting Martha Stewart instead of Mr. Mozzarella.
I made a dinner reservation for 2 people instead of 40 people.
I took my bottle of wine out of the refrigerator instead of a cooler.
There is a clean hockey blanket sitting on top of my dryer.
I did not launder a single piece of UnderArmor.
I watched a movie that does not star Don Cherry.
I answered the door and the local gas station attendant was asking if I could come out to play.
I did not name a single one of the dust bunnies that have multiplied under my kitchen table.
Not once did I make a pit-stop to the skate sharpener.
I shaved my legs.
With three kids in hockey, August to April is indescribably busy. My non-hockey friends have all but left me for dead and the truth is I’ve had to check my own pulse once in a while just to be sure. Some days I felt certain both the car and I were on autopilot. During the hockey season, dinner party invitations are almost always declined unless I am confident the hostess wouldn’t mind either my husband or me showing up just as the food is being cleared from the table. Our attendance at family gatherings is prioritized according to the scale of declining inheritance.
Spring sports haven’t quite geared up which means I am between gigs. I feel like I’ve surfaced for air and am actually accomplishing more than just treading water. I feel like I’m surfing. My husband asked the other night, “You’re going out again?!” and I answered, “Yes, again!”
Yes, I’m going “out” again, I am making an appearance at my book club, I am out running in the spring air and training for my May half marathon. We are going out to dinner parties, TOGETHER, and participating fully in these rare social events from cocktails through to dessert.
I am also staying “in” again. I am reading, I am writing and I am sleeping. And I am ridding my home of a few unwanted dust bunnies.
Is this what a normal life feels like?
I know it’s shortlived, however. I know this armistice is really just a tenuous treaty between me and iCal, who swings from ally to enemy on an almost daily basis. Soon Spring will hit the fan and I’ll be chasing down stray pieces of soccer and baseball equipment and back to logging on the miles driving to various clubs and lessons. Not like we do between August and April, though. No. Hockey season is a formidable beast… and this beast is now in hibernation.