Much like my minivan, where things go to die, the hockey bag seems to be a catch all for random things. The last six weeks or so have seen us fly from one rink to the other and just basically survive. My house, van and overall mental health are living proof of the state of the schedule. The one bright and shining light in all of this is that Boy #3 gets every 5th weekend off entirely. And while that really messes with my brain (what do you mean we don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn and head to the rink, it says), the break gives me a few hours each weekend back to take a breath and tackle some projects.
This time around it was the hockey bags.
Secret #58 of the HockeyMom, by the time the season is over, I am more than done dealing with the hockey bag. So I dry out the gear one last time by opening the bag and letting everything air out in the basement for weeks on end. And I don’t think about it until I have to.
Secret #59 is that this year, I didn’t even bother with a beginning of the year purge. The older boys did a gear assessment to make sure they had everything, then we zipped up the bags and headed for the rink.
And after a few games of rifling through a variety of boy paraphernalia, it became clear that I needed to think about it.
So up from the basement came the bags. We took every piece of equipment out of the bag and were left with a shemozzle (technical term) of things found in the bottom of the hockey bag.
Here’s what we found:
- Lego. This one mostly makes sense. I don’t know if there is a parent on the planet that doesn’t find Lego everywhere. In the car. In coat pockets. And in my case, in the hockey bag.
- My spare Contigo travel mug. It’s purple. Which is what makes it mine. I must have thrown it in the bag in a desperate attempt to get out of the rink with a hand free for ….opening doors? Grabbing one of my boys as they prepared to dash across a parking lot? It’s a toss up but the travel mug tells me it was one of “those” days.
- Approximately 34 practice jerseys. Ok, maybe it was more like 10 or 11, but it’s still a lot. It’s like a hockey team’s worth of jerseys. Thankfully, they hadn’t seen enough use to acquire that Eau-de-Boy smell that you often come across in change rooms.
- The remnants of several snacks. Ziploc bags of forgotten cereal and other snacks galore. Because we do not leave the house these days without packing enough snacks to feed a small army for four hours. Apparently some of the evidence gets shoved into the hockey bag on the fly.
- A basketball sized tape ball that I am not.allowed.to.throw.out. Apparently this is a thing. It’s an important thing to my Novice player and according to HockeyDad it is a sacred tradition that I am not to disrupt. My sense of order and simplicity gets no consideration on this point.
The tape ball went back in the bag. The snack remnants went into the garbage. Travel mug into the dishwasher and practice jerseys went into the laundry. And we have once again relegated the Lego it’s bin.
I give it two weeks before we’re right back where we started.
See you at the rink,