Anyone who has a child in hockey (or really any sport), knows that sometimes travel is necessary. Hockey is a little more rough than others because it is still growing, especially with younger age brackets.
A few weeks ago, my son had a game in Greensburg. This is a little over an hour drive with lights and traffic. The game was in the late afternoon, so it shouldn’t have been a big deal.
The problem is, my son is a car sleeper. He sometimes can’t make it home from the mall at 2:00 in the afternoon without falling dead alseep, let alone make it through an hour drive. Sure enough, we’re almost at the rink, and I see him starting to fade. I start talking to him, trying to keep him up, but it was too late. He went into a full meltdown about wanting to sleep.
I get him into the rink and he immediately laid down on the floor and used his bag as a pillow. You’ve got to be kidding me. We make it to the locker room, and he lays down on the bench and begs to sleep for 5 minutes. Um, we don’t have 5 minutes dude. We just drove an hour. I need to get you on the ice.
So he just refused to play. Started throwing a fit. I couldn’t take it. We left the rink, me absolutely fuming. One of the other mom’s just said she totally got it. She’d been there. At least it’s not just me, but after driving for an hour and my GPS for some reason decided to take me some back-ass way, avoiding major high ways, I wasn’t very happy to begin with when Iarrived.
So my son is in the car pissed off and screaming and crying. I’m pissed off and screaming and finally fell silent. It was the type of silence that makes children fear for their life. I had missed 3 turns because I couldn’t hear my GPS over his screaming. I finally just reached back and handed him bottle of water and didn’t say a word. Within seconds the screaming stopped because he had screamed himself right to sleep.
A few weeks after that, the same thing happened, but at a local game. I didn’t even try to get him out of the car. There was no way I was going through THAT temper tantrum again, even if it was only 15 minutes from my house.
Well, this past week, Jordan had his power skating lesson after school. I usually work from home on those days, but this week I had to be at work for something. I left early to make sure I could get him there on time. Well, that sure as hell didn’t work out. I take the bus to work. An elderly man started bleeding or something so the bus had to be pulled over, 911 was called, and we had to wait for the paramedics and for the blood to be cleaned up.
I get home 20 minutes after I was supposed to be home, run in the house, grab my car keys, run back outside to heat up my car, and still have to get myself changed and my kid ready to leave.
Off to the rink we go, and off to sleep my kid goes. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! NO! I just rushed my ass home from work, everything that could go wrong went wrong, and now he’s asleep. I get him woken up and into the rink, but he won’t get changed. He wants to sleep.
I said fine, but that means when we get home you’re staying in your room. If you’re too tired to skate, then you need to stay in bed. Well he didn’t like that. So he’s crying trying to make a decision. I start taking his equipment off and tell him he’s too upset, we’re going home. He insists he’s staying.
So he gets on the ice a few minutes late because of all the back and forth and I’m sitting in the bleachers almost in tears myself, scolding myself that I should have just turned around and gone home. But it’s hard to turn around and go home when you remember how much money you paid for him to be there and how much trouble you went through to get him there.
Every time he skated passed where I was sitting, I could see that he was crying and I felt terrible. He’s not having fun. I’m not having fun. I should have just gone home. I kept giving him thumbs up and blowing him kisses to show him I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t. I was just as tired and frustrted as he was. I’d been up since 5:15 and at work all day. I’m dead by 6:00.
He eventually calmed down and had a good time and was all laughs and smiles when he got off the ice. He was happy he had stayed.
I however, may need to cut my losses some weeks and accept that car sleeping is the hand I was dealt.