It takes a village ...

Quite simply, I feel like this ...

(I just wish I looked like her too when I am so tired that my left eye started twitching and I think I might have pulled a muscle)

Because I spent another three day weekend shuttling between ski hills and hockey arena. I have said it before and I'll say it again, "I don't know how single parents do it." In my world it takes not only a grandfather and grandmother, an aunt and uncle, a ski club and the entire village to raise a child not to mention three.

Here we are sitting in the stands with BIL and nephew at the hockey game

Cheering on Number Three Son (Now torn between being sorry they lost and hockey season is over and cheering that they lost and hockey season is over)

Then is was onward to the Save the Penguins Bake Sale with grandfather and his girlfriend (one of the bakers)

And finally at the bottom of a race course cheering on Number Three Son

Seven more days until my Other Half returns. So far those seven days include one child home sick today, another child off school Thursday and Friday for training and racing, me whooping it up Thursday night and Friday at our annual Ladies Day, then a funeral Saturday which is a three hour drive from here, another race Sunday, four pairs of skis to tune (and I have to find someone to sweet talk into doing it) and I can't forget about our long suffering dog who is lucky to be alive after he jumped on top of one of the trays of cupcakes for the bake sale. (Luckily he's hypo-allergenic as one must always be allergy aware these days ;-)

Yup, it takes a village ... and an extended family ... and friends and yes, I know I how lucky I am to have all these people supporting me and and my sons.

And to have a wonderful husband who is away working to support me and our boys and all their athletic endeavours.