It is 703 on Saturday morning and not only are we awake but we are dressed and ready to go. On Saturday. Morning. Have been up sincec 630. On purpose. What madness this?

The boy plays hockey now, you see. Hockey is apparently an early morning activity and we (Dan and I - notoriously not 630 Satuday people) are up and mostly smiling about it. But later I expect I will display some short temper and random crying because I didn’t sleep well. Kept having weird dreams. And no, I do not think it has anything to do with the fact that my evening eating habits have been kinda like that of those thousand pound guys who can’t get out out of the house. Nothing like that.

Getting up at 630 on a cold dark wintery morning (which it is not yet but you know, for making a point) is what you do for your kids even if you’re going to have to show up at hockey looking like you drank too much the night before and possibly slept in a ditch.

Am proud of my little six year old hockey playing kid. He’s so Canadian.