Hockey. It means dressing for the cool rink temperatures when it is warmer outside in January (try in the upper 60s). It means lacing skates...perfectly. It means slipping gloves on at the last minute. It means a harder good-luck pat. And it means managing sweaty hockey gear.

Yesterday, I was a hockey mom, but while Kade was on the ice I was sewing pointe shoes. I love my versatility. Amidst all the rough and tumble hockey gear was a ballet mom, but don't let ballet fool you. Those shoes are tough, my thumb is still tender this morning.

Kade didn't appreciate my versatility properly though, he thought it was a bit embarrassing.

Isn't that my job??