This morning my son started hockey camp. And, like every other time I have signed him up for camp, he was in a very bad mood coming down to the kitchen on this, his first morning. He sproinged deftly from complaint to complaint and I could see his face contorting as he tried not to cry; he dismounted from his moody gymnastics with the finale "I don't know anybody".
I myself wasn't in the best of moods either. I was tired after binge watching Sherlock until 1:00 a.m. last night (ya, I know...MY fault!), and waking up extremely early when my husband's alarm went off at 5:40 a.m. I really wasn't in the mood to spend $350 on Luke's camp and have him resist. So, needless to say, both Luke and I were a little bit out of joint.Continue Reading