My days are running by me like the ever-present leak in a faucet that cannot be repaired. Actually, I have one of those in my bathroom. It could be repaired IF we had the time, the wherewithal and the motivation. We will leave money out of this conversation.
Christmas is next week. US Nationals is in three weeks. Vancouver is in just under two months. What started as a slow drip in time has accelerated into a veritable Niagara Falls of hours;minutes; seconds. There is so much to get done. There is precious little time. Days and nights become one and "shut eye" seems only to be a mere blink.
I tell you this because many of you have asked. In many ways, it is our own personal "Holiday Hell," one that seems singular, but one that we know we share with other anxious parents in sports that have yet to be determined through qualification events or at a national championship.
We knew it would be different. We really didn't know how different.
All of the family is in the country - a first in months, it seems. The best director on the planet could not adequately script the nuances of scheduling it is taking to try and get everyone home at sometime between now and the time we leave for Spokane. Having us all together at one time? Not going to happen.
I wonder: Is Santa licensed? I assume he still makes house calls.