When Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall..

At what point can I throw my hands up in the air and declare that I quit???

I found myself filled with dread this afternoon as I pulled into the ice rink...back to hell. For those of you who don't know it, hell is, indeed, frozen over. I have the joy of experiencing it three times a week with each kid. (That's six times a week for those of you even less proficient in math than myself!) Well, it's really only hell with one kid. I actually enjoy the rink with the other kid.

So anyway, I was confronted with niceness and questions of honest interest today. WTF??? Did Santa deliver hearts this year? I kept waiting for the flood gates of hellish hot water to open, but it didn't. Until, that is, I turned my attention to the ice.

There, in all his newly purchased post-Christmas glory (that nearly required a 2nd mortgage), was my Wall...looking like a wall only in the sense that he seemed tall. Princess could have grabbed her hockey gear and scored on his slow moving non-blocking personage!

Needless to say, Coach Nice Guy was ticked and wasn't so nice to my Wall. Six weeks and counting until the end of the season. And now it's not even about the ice in the stands!