So Gunnar had a game in Rocky today, from 12-2. I knew we'd have to be outta here by 10:30 to get there by 11:30 (giving myself lots of driving time, you never know if you're gonna have to pull over to clean up exorcist-boy's puke or let one of the boys whizz on the side of the road). I knew I wanted to get up a bit early, so I could shower and get pretty, maybe do some tidying, before getting the kids up, fed, and ready. I set my alarm for 7:30, but for some reason it went off an hour early! WTF!? Tyler rolls over, "Oh yeah, when you were sleeping I reset the alarm because I want to go hunting." Grrrr! Every man should know that there are some things you never do to a woman:
1) Go through her purse -- even if she tells you its okay, its NOT.
2) Criticize her driving and/or cooking skills.
3) Laugh when she cries.
and 4) Reset her alarm clock!!!
And now that I think of it, all these years he's had me setting the alarm for him. I get up at 7 every morning so its no big deal if he has to be up a little earlier, I just roll over and reset it for myself (once I've made sure he actually IS awake). But on the mornings where he has to be out of here by 4:30 or 5, that's so annoying that I have to do his alarm. I've tried making him set his own alarm clock (he conveniently lost it after I made him do this a couple of times) and I've tried showing him how to set the alarm on his cell phone. But his excuse has always been, "I don't know how to do it" or "I don't understand all the buttons". So yeah, thinking about what he did last night, resetting my alarm, now I have PROOF that he is a big liar! Ooooooo he's getting it tonight! And not in the good way....
Anyway, back to Gunnar's hockey, and my whole point of this post. So we're rushing around here this morning, its a huge gong show. Making sure Gunnar's dressed in his "game" clothes and has all his gear loaded, packing Ryder's bag with extra clothes for when, not if, he pukes, toys for Ardan and Lena to play with at the arena, snacks so I don't get bombarded with "I'm hungry, buy me something" at the arena, last-minute check of the hair and makeup. Couldn't find my frickin' sunglasses, which is soooo hellish for my light-sensitive eyes. Found my cell phone charger in a drawer when I was looking for my shades (the charger's been missing for weeks, so if you've tried to phone or text me during that time - SORRY!) so then I had to round up the adapter and find my damn cell so I could charge it while driving. FINALLY we're ready to go and we hit the road.
Made it to Rocky in record time, only half an hour! Pulled up at the arena (after having to stop and ask two young boys for directions, Gunnar was MORTIFIED and tried to slink down in the seat next to me as I yelled out his window) around 11. So in my mind we had half an hour to kill before Gunnar had to get ready. We're waiting, and waiting... and waiting. No one is showing up. It's now 11:45 and I'm seriously perturbed. Where the hell is everyone? Did the game get cancelled and I'm the only one who didn't check my email? No, the game is still listed up on the board. What the hell is going on, I'm thinking.
Finally, I see Luke and Lindsay with little Colton (his name should be another l-word, I love alliteration). She's like, "Yeah, we're here a little early. I didn't think anyone else would be here yet!" I was like, "What are you talking about?" Oh, didn't you remember it was Daylight Savings last night? WHAT?!?! Are you freaking kidding me?!
So, I woke up this morning at 5:30 A.M. (thanks Tyler) not 6:30 like I thought, did all that racing around, was out the door by 9:30 A.M., made it to the arena at 10 A.M. for a game that started at NOON! Oh yeah, all the hockey moms thought that was just hilarious, "Beau, you are sooo funny!" HARDY HAR, ladies. The jokes on me.
I frickin' HATE Daylight Savings.
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