I don’t mean to brag, but I totally won the weekend. Truly, I freaking killed the weekend. What does winning the weekend even mean? Let me explain…. At work we talk a lot about what winning looks like. In order to win, we need to hit certain metrics or certain objectives. For me to win the weekend, as a hockey mom, it is not dissimilar. I need to hit certain objectives. These objectives include incredibly sexy tasks like laundry, cooking meals, vacuuming, grocery shopping, cleaning the house (still in a post hockey season disarray) and logging my miles. I can count the number of times I have hit all of these objectives on a weekend during hockey season on one hand. To be fair, it probably happened just once before. My fellow hockey moms and dads, I know you feel my pain and can appreciate how amazing it is that I could win my weekend during the spring hockey season.
Again, this post isn’t about bragging, but relishing in the small joyous victories life sometimes brings. Friday night was a complete miracle. I came home to a deceased hamster. Chuka, Zach’s (aka the Mayor) newly acquired hamster went to the great beyond after a mere 5 days at the homestead. He was devastated at the loss, so naturally we put the dead hamster in a bag and took it back to Pet Smart for an exchange. While the Mayor and dad exchanged the hamster, I ran my four miles and it was awful, but I did it. Before we took the boys to hockey, the Mayor’s new hamster (Oompah Lupa) was in its cage and playing about. Both boys made it to their hockey practice without being a minute late. Victory! By the time the Mayor and dad got home from peewee practice, I had already grilled the chicken (without blowing up the grill), cooked the pasta and made a Caesar salad. Remarkably, the chicken did not taste like lighter fluid and there were no fires. Dinner and the Mayor’s sleepover were a complete success.
Saturday could have been better had my Wild beaten St. Louis, but they choked and broke my family’s collective heart by being eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs. To be fair, the officiating didn’t help their cause at all. Nonetheless, I was extremely productive completing the grocery shopping, vacuuming the floor, and completing almost all of the laundry! I even logged my four miles with my Athena. Best of all, the Mayor’s team won both of their peewee spring games. Post run as a consequence of some foot pain, we headed to Dick’s Sporting Goods so I could replace my worn sneakers. New sneakers and a couple workout tanks I didn’t need later, we headed over to PetSmart to buy Goalielocks some new fish. If he has his druthers, he’ll have a fish breeding facility in his room in no time.
Sunday was the perfect day to stay home and do nothing as it rained almost all day. These days rarely happen in South Florida and I took full advantage to finish the laundry and get most of the house organized. Even had the opportunity to take the boys to Petco to get our saltwater aquarium water’s tested. Fortunately for my wallet the tank isn’t done cycling. For now our tank, will keep cycling with the hermit crabs and Bubbles the conch. Post Petco the sun finally came out, so Jake and I went for a quick 3.5 mile run. The run was miserable as the pre-run diet of brownies and coffee was less than optimal, but we did it. We stuck to our goal and made it happen. Note to self (and cautionary tale to the audience) stop eating brownies and going for a run immediately thereafter. It makes you want to vomit and slows you down. Sometimes it all about life’s lessons and small victories.
To be perfectly honest, I finished all the loads of laundry and maybe by this Friday we’ll get all of the clothes put away. Small victories will turn into big victories that’s what I keep telling myself. Either that or we’ll hire a housekeeper during hockey season. In the meantime, I’ll relish small victories and winning my weekend.