My recent blog post hallucinating about the end of hockey season was perhaps a little too Sheen-esque. I’m feeling a little more charitable after a solid week with no hockey, a great day skiing, and only two games left in the season.
During the off season, those 45 days between late June and mid-August, I know my friends and family may actually find me more tolerable as I won’t be able to end every rant with “This damn hockey schedule is going to be the death of me…”. I know I’ll have to endure at least one of them saying, “Oh, we thought you died” when we see each other over the summer. While I am looking forward to the end of hockey season, there are, in truth, a few things that I will miss in our hockey hiatus such as
- Regular emails from one of my kids’ coaches that always begin, “Gidday folks! How’s she goin’?” No matter what kind of day I’m having, I can’t help but smile when I see his emails.
- A full hockey agenda trumps house cleaning hands-down. It is my standing excuse that disappears once the hockey season is over and I seriously have to get the dust mop out. Pray I don’t find my daughter’s hamster among the mess.
- Those quick trips to the grocery store for celery, baby carrots, peppers, ranch dip, potato chips and Fruitopia. To which the cashier always quips, “Yep, looks like a hockey party to me…”
- Wearing fleece-line jeans. They are a throw-back to the ‘70’s for sure but oh-so-cozy and warm. In fact, I may take them to the cottage for those cool morning coffees on the dock!
- Blaming my perio-menopausal bitchiness on 6am practices and lack of sleep. Oh dear; I have only a small window of time to come up with an alternative, marriage-saving excuse.
- The sympathetic nods that always follow my declaration, “All 3 of my kids are goalies…”, which seemingly absolves me of any wrong doing or peculiar sideways glances during games.
- A fluctuating Body Mass Index. Comfort food is vital sustenance during the hockey season and if I have a poutine for breakfast on Saturday morning, no one bats an eye. My fitness regime as well is entirely schedule-permitting. I will regret these lifestyle choices as I am hauling out the deck furniture!
- Having the hockey gear and goalie pads double as guardrails for my groceries.
- Hockey tournament weekends away – God, I love a good road trip!
- The familiarity of my kid’s winter laundry: UnderArmor, pajamas, sweats, UnderArmor, pajamas, sweats, UnderArmor, …
- The rapid accumulation of points on my Subway card.
- Eavesdropping on teenagers conversations during carpooling. Lordy, what a mum can learn by keeping her mouth shut and ears open!and the thing I will miss the most?
- A level of alcohol consumption that is entirely tolerated. Is it a bad thing that the staff at the local LCBO knows me by name? or occasionally point out, “We missed you last weekend …”? God, I hope they don’t forget me over the summer!
I will always have Stompin’ Tom to exalt me to my superior class status… “My hockey mom, ain’t she a plum? Forever young, my hockey mom.”