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Happy Tuesday everyone!  Oh...wait a minute, did I say Tuesday?  That means it's floor hockey game night for W. Uh-oh...

But wait!  Look how happy he is!  Maybe tonight will go smoothly!

Awww, he's having so much fun running around before the game starts!

Then there's the face that showed up about halfway through the game.  This is the face I saw when I discovered the quickest way to break a mother of four crazy boys.

Amazingly all it takes is one measly hour with a three year old at floor hockey who does not want to be there.  One hour of crying, and whining, and staring at the ceiling and other kids.  Crying because he doesn't want to play and then more crying because he doesn't get to play.  Crying because the ref tried to make it more fun by telling the kids they got to be animals, and W did NOT want to be a dog, he wanted to be a person.  Whining because the game wasn't over yet and it was not snack time.

Suffice to say I have nominated the volunteer coach of this 3-4 year old floor hockey team for sainthood.  I'm waiting to hear back from the Vatican but I'm sure she's a shoo in.

It could have been much worse but thank the good Lord a family member and good friend, H, watched the other three.  So for that I am thankful.

I do love that little stinker, but like all love you may not always like them.

Happy end of the day Tuesday!  Almost bedtime.

(I promise not all my posts will have a complaining air about them! Stay tuned, and thank you for the positive feedback!)