I had something else scheduled to talk about today.
But I need to tell you about yesterday.
First you should know about my two oldest kids, though. They are beautiful lovely lights of my life, but they are loud as hell. They also have this uncanny knack for choosing the MOST inopportune times to interject themselves.
The entire family went to see UP (minus Lucy, of course. Also, if you haven’t seen that movie, do it immediately. Don’t even finish reading). We sat, left to right, thus: Josh, me, Max, Dan, and Ava.
Dan and the kids had already seen this particular movie once, but they’d come again for the 3D.
The movie commences, and we reach the part of the touching intro where a weeping Ellie is slumped over on an exam table while the doctor looks sad and Carl looks lost and helpless.
The entire theater was quiet, soft.
The lady in front of me was sniffling.
I lost a few tears. My throat was thick.
And in the wake of that beautifully sad, artfully conveyed, wordless moment that tore every adult’s heart right out of its’ casing, my daughter leaned over her dad’s lap, 3D glasses all akimbo, and stage whispered,
“Mom? MOM? SHE’S CRYING BECAUSE THE DOCTOR SAID SHE CAN’T HAVE A BABY AND SO SHE’S SUPER SAD.”
Yeah. We pretty much have a repeat of that on an hourly basis.
That’s why yesterday morning, when I heard a timid knock on my bedroom door, I did little but roll my eyes emphatically. Lucy had had an awful night (molars are a bitch) and she was finally sleeping, and I was not about to call out to answer whoever was at the door.
So I was quiet.
Ten minutes later, knockknockknockKNOCKKNOCK.
Again, I was quiet. Surely they would get the message.
So I did a stage whisper of my own: “what???”
The door opened, and in walked a child. I didn’t have my glasses on at that point, so I only halfway thought it might be Max. While I fumbled around for my glasses, I told him how it was.
“My lord, Max, that was three times, can you not TAKE a HINT that maybe some people are still resting and don’t need you being all loud and…”
Glasses on. And then I saw him. Standing awkwardly in the doorway, not sure if he should leave or stay, balancing a perilously flimsy paper plate full of something.
“I…I realized that we haven’t really given you a day off since it’s the summer and so I brought you breakfast.”
Hello, world? It’s nice to meet you. In case you don’t know, my name is TOTAL DOUCHEBAG.
He quickly forgave me when I gushed apologies and told him how wonderful he is, but the guilt will live on healthily in my heart for a long, long time.