Sins of the Father

To be honest, they are more like promises, but I’m all about the drama!

Way back in early spring, before the Boston Bruins beat the Toronto Maple Leafs in round one of the 2013 NHL playoffs, Dean promised Findley he could stay up to watch every Leaf playoff game – in it’s entirety. Not a big deal I thought, being my ever-optimistic self. The Leafs will be out in three games, we will deal with the fallout, and life will go on…

Fast forward SEVEN games and SEVEN miserable mornings; waking up to a cranky boy who refuses to get out of bed, complains about his breakfast options, whines that he can’t tie his shoes properly and picks fights for no reason. I won’t even mention the crying that went on when the Bruins finally won the series.

We survived the late night promise, corrected the early morning behaviour – as best we could – and got on with our lives. I didn’t realize at the time that it was just a dry run for the main event: The Stanley Cup Finals (doom, doom, doom).

Dean forgot to mention that, as was his right as a child, Findley is allowed to stay up to watch every final game, including overtime – oops! We just made it through Morning After number three and I don’t know how much more I can take.

The icing on my cake is that little sister is staying up too – why not make it a family affair? I’ve officially doubled my morning fun. Luckily, Bronwyn’s always “sunny” disposition hasn’t been compromised by her lack of sleep. Her grouch is consistent, regardless of what time she goes to bed.

It’s a good thing they are cute, and that God willing, playoffs will be over by this time next week…

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