Disappointed

The main reason we have a young college-scholarship-seeking-nhl-hopeful hockey player living with us is to provide a positive role model for The Boy. It's a good way to bring a mentor into his life as well as establish a relationship as part of our family.

In our old town, the coaches were adamant on one issue - the player would spend time with the host family, not just use the facility as a bed and breakfast. I don't know if the coaches here share that philosophy but after enduring their speeches on how they were seeking a team of young men who wanted to work hard to win a national championship, I doubted that they wanted the players running amok each and every night. On the other hand, if they can get that national championship, maybe they don't care how they go about it.

Paul's parents were so excited that he was coming to a home that had a sit down home cooked dinner every night. They raved about how good he is with small children.

If we put The Boy in a room with 5 of the players from this hockey team, he wouldn't be able to pick Paul out, that's how much time he's spent here in the past week.

Of the seven nights he's been here, he's been late for curfew four times. He hasn't been home one night before The Boy went to bed. He hasn't made it to one family meal. He comes home at ten whatever o'clock, wants to eat, goes to bed, gets up at noonish, eats breakfast, leaves and ....lather, rinse, repeat.

The housing coordinator called me yesterday to see how it's going, and I told her. Perhaps he'd be happier living in a different house, or with his total disregard for the organization's rules, back at his own house in his hometown.

We've lost that lovin' feeling.