My schedule has been really screwy lately. I go to bed around midnight and wake up at 6:30 to take care of the kids and drive them to school. I get home a bit after 8:00 and I’m exhausted. That’s unusual for me in the morning. I tend to crash around 4:00 p.m.
I’ve been so tired after morning carpool that I can’t concentrate, so I head back to bed – but I’ve been waking up well into the double digits in number of sleep hours.
Is it this cold (now in its final, sickly stages)? That I’m only sporadically drinking coffee? I’m not sure.
With all those sleep hours and tending to the kids while Elvi’s out of town, I haven’t had much time for writing. I have had time to mull over the disappointment of losing so early in the novice playoffs. I’m taking it harder than any of the kids and it bothers me that I can’t pin our second loss on anything other than the kids’ lack of motivation.
Bonus hockey hullabaloo:
I was talking with some other NDG coaches about the strengths and weaknesses of teams in our league and I mentioned that one defenceman on one of the NDG teams was the heart of his team – remove him and that team is ordinary and in trouble. The wife of a coach on that team – whose kid is a pretty good hockey player, I admit, but who is not crucial – went off on me. She was calling me a sore loser, essentially, which is completely wrong. Her husband tried to defend me, but this woman just wouldn’t shut up. I even started agreeing with her, but she kept at it. I’m not proud, but the only way for me to stop the verbal assault was to put my hands over my ears like a three-year-old.
Anyway, the kid I had been praising is missing. Let’s see how the team does this weekend without him.