Either way, this past weekend we
had five hockey games to attend to. N came down with a bug on Thu, I could tell
during practice that he wasn’t himself, and come Friday, he was feeling bad. I
don’t think he ate all day, and by that evening, his temp was nearing 101. Not
horrible, but you could tell he wasn’t feeling well. We hung out and relaxed as
best we could.
Come Saturday morning, he was
feeling better, but still sick. He had three games that weekend, so we had to
make a decision. As much as he wanted to play, he didn’t feel good, and we all
decided he should stay home. He was on board with this, so we weren’t forcing
the issue.
We sort of lucked out in terms of
time because A had a game, as well, and it was right around the same time as
his, at the same place. Since I still had to coach N’s team, I took A to the
arena, she hung out, and I helped work the bench, though we missed N. Right
after was A’s game, which was nice because I could sit back and relax and
watch, for a change. They looked good, not the same team as the beginning of
the season.
After the game, we came home and N
was feeling chipper, finally eating some food. He said he wanted to go to his
games the next day, so we did. It was a doubleheader, making for a long day. A
had a game in Plainfield, which mom took her to, and N and spent pretty much
the whole day on our home ice. We had a morning game, then had to sit around in
the locker room until afternoon for his second game. It was a little rough, and
I was exhausted, especially after eating garbage pizza and junk.
By the end of the day, we got
home, and I was feeling rather depleted, if not a little depressed. Maybe a
person can have too much hockey in their lives... or maybe not.
Until the next time, thanks for
reading, and thanks to saganaga for the pic.
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