Whew.

It's over.

I've done it.


11 straight days of hockey is finally finished.



It didn't really get hard till yesterday and today.

I wanted to rebel and not take my kids.

But I did.

And they both won.

In fact, they won all the games played.


I think that's awesome.




The hard part about it was that the games were all at 6 or 6:30 pm.
They have to be at the arena a half hour before game time.

That means that I leave my house an hour before the game starts.

And what time would that be?

Suppertime.

So I either had to feed my kids at 4pm,
or wait till we got home at 8:30 or 9pm to feed them.


Which means that by the time they were done eating and I put them to bed
and did the dishes, it was like 10:30 or 11.

This is probably why I stayed up too late last week.
My day didn't end till late.


And even if I fed them at 4, they were starving again by the time we got home.
I got away with just giving them snacks,
but there was still all the dishes and clean-up to do,
since we had to rush out the door right after we ate.


There is my rant for this week.
Hockey games at supper time.

I can handle it once in a few days,
but 11 days in a row was just too much.

Grrrrrr.













Non-Smoker Update
Driven to quit challenge.



Today was hard.

I was really busy, and gone most of the day.
At first, I thought that would help,

break up the normal routine and all,

but there was such a temptation to buy a pack of smokes!!!

It would have been so easy to stop.



But I didn't.



The worst part is that my brain is in a fog.

I can't think straight.

I can't organize myself.

Quin was almost late to his practice,
and Nate was late to his game.

I forgot my cell phone,
which I never do.


And my patience is thin.
As in non-existent.

My poor children.

But they understand.



Now I'm going to share something really gross.

Just stop reading if you have a weak stomach.



This afternoon I was burning garbage,
and as I threw one bag in and it melted,
there were a bunch of cig butts there
from when I emptied the ashtray last night.

A few were almost half a smoke.

I actually considered pulling them put of the fire.

In fact, I did.

One big one.

And I looked at it.

And I thought,
"Heather. You just pulled this out of the GARBAGE.
Are you freakin' kidding me?
You can't put that in your MOUTH."


But I still stood there holding it.
Considering.



Finally, common sense won out,
and I threw it back in with the others and watched them burn.


It was kind of cathartic, I think.


Anyway, yes I know I'm pathetic.

But I'm trying.

And it sucks.

And it's only the first day.


It better get easier.