Missed yesterday for some very good reasons. 6 inches of reasons. And get your mind out of the gutter, would ya? We got our first winter storm yesterday and the Twin Cities’ got about 6 inches of snow on Saturday.

I had boldly and wantonly gone to Mr. Hockey’s house Friday night after I took the boys over to X’s house for the weekend. Saturday morning Mr. Hockey went to his son’s scrimmage (that started at 7:20 in the morning at a town 45 minutes north of his house.) In the middle of the day we drove to a book store to do a little Christmas shopping. Turned out to be a very little because with the storm it took about an hour to go what usually takes about 20 minutes.

On the drive back it became clear that the road conditions would make it almost impossible to make it to the theater for the play. I could have left then and made it home and gone without him, but that seemed a little unfair (and no fun) for something that was supposed to be his birthday present.

Mr. Hockey wouldn’t be able to leave for the theater until after his son’s afternoon hockey practice, which was going to last until 5:00. And given the number of spin outs and cars in ditches it just didn’t make sense to risk life and limb.

I called the box-office to offer up the seats for resale. I wasn’t expecting a refund or opportunity to trade, but that’s exactly what I was offered. And luckily they had tickets available for Thursday…which will be the last full evening we have together until the 29th.

The only trouble with that plan (and of course there’s going to be some sort of twist) is that X is taking the boys to the same play that night. And it’s not that big of a theater. I will need to tell X that I’ll be there with a date so that he doesn’t freak out in front of the boys. I’ll have to tell the boys that I’ll be there with Mr. Hockey so that they don’t say “Hey! there’s mom!” and I’ll need to come clean with Mr. Hockey that X and the boys will be there and it’s likely that we’ll all bump into each other in the lobby.

SO! With the tickets taken care of we settled in for a cozy evening of dinner, movie and watching the snow cover up the back yard ice rink.

We had to get up really early this morning in order to shovel the driveway and dig out my car. Mr. Hockey had to pick up his son at 6:30 (yes. AM) for yet another practice. That’s three sessions of ice time in a little over 24 hours. For 9 year olds. And while I’m impressed with Mr. Hockey’s dedication in supporting his son and and his son’s dedication with hockey and skating in general, I’m finding that I’m glad I didn’t let my boys learn to skate.

When I was growing up I’d hear from hockey playing friends that they would have 5 AM practices because there was such a shortage of ice time. There are many many more ice arenas these days but this weekend’s schedule would wear on me if it were my son that I needed to drag all over.

Also, Mr. Hockey should understand how good he has it that his ex actually gets the boy to most of these sessions on her weekends. She drove Saturday morning and was ready and expecting to take the boy on Sunday morning as well.

In contrast, I make X take DS2 to soccer because I didn’t sign him up for it and I don’t make the effort to take time off of work in order to be home in time to get him across town for a game, even if it is “my night.”

I got home around 7:30 in the morning after a rather harrowing drive. Not necessarily because of the roads, but because I had a heck of a time keeping awake. The mid-winter sleepies have me in their grip. I have to admit that I’m not using my light box as regularly as I should. And instead of coming home and sitting in front of my precious artificial sun, I came home and changed into my jammies and went back to bed. Until 12:30. Oy.

The afternoon was spent in a blur of napping, cheesy movies and knitting. Enough cooking to keep me from chewing on my arm and napping. Did I mention I took a nap?

No, I did not manage to put the good dishes back into the breakfront. Nor did I tackle the pile of pots and pans that somehow accumulated this past week. And Lord knows what exactly I’ll wear to work tomorrow because the laundry didn’t get any further either. And I don’t really think I’m going to get up off my fat couch and do any of those things tonight.

So, how was your weekend?
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

holy harmony 2007
uploading sound files - test 2 2006

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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

holy harmony 2007
uploading sound files - test 2 2006

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