Anna and I spent pretty much the whole morning in the pool, taking a short break between shifts to re-up the sunscreen. Jen had a rotten night of sleep, as Tara was up three times (not counting the time Anna cried and woke her up before Jen got back from her game). Of course, the weather was hot long before we were out of the room, so the pool was quite nice.

We ate lunch in our room from the plentiful spread Jen had packed; shortly after, Jen had to go to her game, and I tried to get the two girls to sleep. Anna would not sleep because her knee kept waking her up because it wanted to go to Mom’s hockey game. Or so she says, I’m somewhat skeptical. She seemed like she was itchy, and hadn’t bathed since coming back from the pool, so I put her in the bath before waking up Tara and gathering up both girls and their gear in the car to go see Mom’s game. Anna cried all the way there that she was going to be badly sunburned (keep in mind, this girl is half Mexican). Twenty minutes later we were at the rink. I gathered the bags, a weeping Anna, a wiggling Tara, and made it to the stands just in time to see the final NINE SECONDS tick off the clock in the third period. Bzzzt. Game over.

We watched the players shake hands and leave the ice, then waited for Jen to get changed so that we could give her a ride home. You win some, you lose some, and some you miss entirely.