LCD Soundsystem – 45:33
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What a week.
It is the beginning of September, which means it is back to school! Our youngest is now in grade one, meaning all three of our kids are in school full-time for the first time. He loves it so far. Our middle son is starting grade four and now gets to be the responsible elder brother; making sure they both get to school and back home each day Mom or Dad aren’t there to pick them up. Our eldest is now in sixth grade and going to a new school for the first time since she was in kindergarten. She is taking a school bus regularly for the first time. Frustratingly, her bus stop is two or three neighbourhoods away and across Deerfoot Trail, meaning we have to drive, dropping her off and picking her up from the stop each time. It almost makes the concept of bussing to school pointless, except she seems to enjoy the independence it gives her.
Compounding this wild logistical nightmare is the start of Hockey and Ringette tryouts. That means Mom and Dad are chauffeuring the kids and equipment to the rinks – often two or more rinks – at the same time in one day between the three of them. During this, we are also attempting to get those all-important volunteer hours done for the leagues and teams. Occasionally, the stars align, and we get to sit and watch one of our kids as they skate and stick handle through required drills for a few minutes here and there. But not often, and definitely not together as a family.
Don’t let me leave you with the impression that I am staying atop of all of this chaos of crashing waves and deep, churning ocean like a nimble and competent surfer. I would be washed up by the tide and all covered in seaweed and sand if it wasn’t for my wife. Thanks to her, our family manages to mostly stay afloat.
We aren’t the only family in the midst of this madness-inducing schedule. The other parents we see at the bus dropoff and the rinks can attest to that. Maybe the teachers will strike or be locked out sometime soon, and then we could just jog through our lives at a steady pace for a while. Right?
To mix metaphors and to clumsily stumble into a segue: It is difficult to tell if life is a sprint or a marathon sometimes.
But enough ranting. How about some music?
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