Soccer eats up a lot of our time in the spring, eating up four days a week and preventing weekend runs to the cottage. But I don't mind. Sure sitting on a dock drinking beer and watching the kids freeze in the spring water is appealing, but the fact is, the black flies are out and lake play is limited because of the temperature.
So with a weekend as spectacular (wasn't it just awesome?) as the one we just experienced and with the recent purchase of an outdoor living room, spending a sun soaked weekend preparing meals and sipping wine with neighbours and friends, scooting off to the soccer games to get a piece of exercise, bike rides to get slushes and cat naps on the new furniture was a pretty sweet way to spend a weekend.
Sidenote: Went to visit an old friend in the hospital and for about 20 minutes we chatted about and shared pictures of our new outdoor furniture. Mine is Umbra, his is from the Martha Stewart Collection. This is what my life has become. Oh, and I got a Manzillian a couple of weeks ago. I need a boys weekend.
On the parenting tip, Steph and I decided to make a strategic shift in how we deal with Hudson and his scholastic responsibilities. We decided we were taking the brunt of the anxiety about his homework and projects, constantly harping at him to allow some time for completion. He, of course was ignoring it and then panicking when time ran out or it became too late (and he became too tired) to complete anything, or at least do it with a sense of care and pride.
So now we say nothing. We need it to come from him. We need him to feel the consequences of his actions and deal with his teacher when things are not done or not done right. We know he is going to pass grade four and we don't really care about grades at this point. We just want to take the constant bickering and the adversarial relationship that is building because of the pressure we are taking on because of grade four homework!
Will it work? Well so far, it's been very difficult to not remind him. Time ticks and clicks and he jumps up and down on the trampoline, smile plastered on his goofy face, while Steph and I go nutso not saying anything. It's still new and we shall see if he shows any personal improvement in how he manages his own time.
I love these boys so much. I just want to do right by them.