The Life of Spaguyswife

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. So much is going on but by the end of the day my creativity hits nil. We’ve gone from floods to extreme cold and snow, high winds, destruction and power outages! We’ve fared okay in our humble abode, but unfortunately, some around us haven’t done as well.

Back in November we took out a loan and decided to take the family to an NHL game! One of the local pubs has a restaurant attached where kids are welcome; they also promote that their bus trips are kid friendly. We discussed this with friends of ours who had been on the bus trip before and based on their experience kids were present and overall it was a pretty tame, fun evening.

Rod and I should know by now that if something is going to go wrong or if there is an opportunity for our kids to put us in the negative spotlight it will happen!!! Why should this time be any different?

The game was a blast and the kids had a great time. Mid way Briana ate a rotten peanut (I know what you’re singing now!!) and reached for a drink. Lucky for me it happend to be my cooler. This became a big “to do” because my six year old is now sucking back my Smirnoff Ice. I freak out which in turn gets her really excited because now she has to share with everyone how she “drank booze”.

We lost the game, our little angel is still going on about her beverage and now we have two very drunk and very obnoxious young gals on the bus sitting behind us. Brody is shrinking in his seat, appalled that these girls are using ever four letter known to man. I decide to make it a learning experience about choosing behavoir, if you don’t like it, don’t do it, don’t bring girls like this home to Mom, blah, blah.

Meanwhile Briana is hanging out with our friends, oblivious to the goings on and then out of the blue you hear “I drank booze at the hockey game!’ That even silenced the obnoxious drunks in the back . The bus is now silent and everyone turns to look at the Parents of the Year. Someone picks up the mike on the bus to ask “Is that a real kid back there?” Yup, not one of our defining parenting moments but definitely adds to the kid story repertoire.