Hockey Night in Idaho

Sometimes (scratch that, A LOT of times), I feel like the scientific test monkey. You know the one, you've heard the anecdote, the monkey keeps punching the food bar but gets an electric shock each time. Eventually, the test monkey figures it out and stops punching the shocking food bar. I just keep punching it and keep on getting shocked because I apparently have no short term memory, and can't figure out the cause and effect. Anyway, the reason for this observation...

We took the kids out to the hockey game last night. Now I'm sure that you, as a resonable person, with a short term memory, are saying to yourself, "Boy the last few times they've done that the kids have been really crabby the next day", because we've written about it on multiple occasions. But we can't seem to remember (or have blocked it out). So we went out to the game anyway.

We were just supposed to take the boys and Faith was going to stay home with Cori. But Faith somehow got wind of this plan and was having none of it. She was crying and screaming, "No, I want to go". In a rare example of patient fathering, I sat her down and tried to get her to verbalize why she wanted to go. All she could say was that she wanted to sit at the game. I kept asking her and eventually she got up walked over to Marisa and cried, "I don't know what to say!". So at that point she was going with us.

The game itself was great as always. The Steelheads lost 1-0, but it was exciting and we had the best seats we've gotten so far. We got home at around 10:30 and just like that little monkey, boy are we paying for it today.