October 30, 2016
Dear Todd,
I'm so glad the trek to Chicago today was not in vain. GO CUBBIES!!!
Cuz I was starting to think the curse was spreading out into our house when you left for the airport with my (remaining) car key. Now...the fact that the car key was in the car you took and not on my key ring, needs some explaining. Not justifying...not excusing...just explaining. Because it would be such a different feeling if the key was misplaced due to me having so much irresponsible fun that I was flakey.
That was not the case.
There's a difference.
And, for my own sanity, I NEED you to acknowledge the difference and not perhaps think in the back of your mind that had I been more organized, this wouldn't have happened. Because that kind of thinking can get a person shivved.
In order to paint the full happenings of such a mishap we will need to go back to Thursday night where in I stayed up (for the 3rd night in a row of crap-ass sleep) with our eldest and pulled him through Yemen, Peer Feedback, Linear Algebra, Photography, and Creative Writing. When I say "pulled" him...I do not mean "did his homework." I mean pullllled him. Because had I done the homework, we would've gone to bed at 10pm. Instead, I encouraged and nudged him to stay awake until he was finished at 1:45am. It wasn't so much that there was a ton of homework, rather that his extra curricular stuff on that day did not allow him to start his homework until 9pm, and his brain had gone to bed around 8:45pm.
Fast forward, to massive cleaning and scrambling to have costumes finished, pumpkins to carve, and food for Friday night where we had friends over to watch the Cubs lose. Tried to sleep, let the dog out twice in the middle of the night and then "Cock-a-f'n-doo!" it was Sat morning and we had to be at the soccer field. Watched soccer, raced to hip-hop, and then off to Parkour before returning home to frantically get everyone dressed in costumes to go check out Treat Street briefly so we could hurry back to watch the Cubs lose again.
It was in the heat of the moment of racing back to catch the game, that I dropped my keys on the ground while trying to get into the car. The silver car's key fell off, and so I just grabbed it and put it in the arm rest so that I didn't waste time messing with it.
We raced home. Swore at the TV and went to bed. Tomorrow, I would be taking you to the airport in the red car and then taking the kids to the Denver Zoo.
After another crappy night of sleep, I woke up to our 12 year old standing over me. I hate that by the way. It's so creepy!!!! Turns out he'd been trying to wake me for sometime. He was sick. And having trouble breathing.
He and I went down and sat on the couch together from 5-7am, until it was time to wake you to say, "All plans have changed while you were sleeping. Our son is sick. We're not going anywhere. You have to drive yourself. Take the red car. Have a great time." And so you did.
And it wasn't until I decided to go get groceries, because I couldn't have a cup of coffee until I did, that I realized I was up the old "creek of doodoo" sans paddle. There in the garage was a large vehicle for hauling people and food and such. And there, at Denver Airport, miles away, was the only key.
"Huh," I audibly sighed. And then again, "Huh." Perplexed as to how one might get through the next few days with 3 kids (one who seemed pretty sick), no food and obligations like school, tennis, climbing, etc without a car. I felt a little bit like a double leg amputee that had been challenged to a 3-legged race.
To cut to the chase...by nothing short of a miracle, we received a "loaner" for the week from good friends, and the Cubs won game five. I'm still so overwhelmed from all the stressful build up, that I'm still f'n awake.
So when I lock all of us out of the house tomorrow, but left the oven on and the dog inside, I NEED you to know I'M TIRED...not just a total idiot. And this shit is hard.
Dear Todd,
I'm so glad the trek to Chicago today was not in vain. GO CUBBIES!!!
Cuz I was starting to think the curse was spreading out into our house when you left for the airport with my (remaining) car key. Now...the fact that the car key was in the car you took and not on my key ring, needs some explaining. Not justifying...not excusing...just explaining. Because it would be such a different feeling if the key was misplaced due to me having so much irresponsible fun that I was flakey.
That was not the case.
There's a difference.
And, for my own sanity, I NEED you to acknowledge the difference and not perhaps think in the back of your mind that had I been more organized, this wouldn't have happened. Because that kind of thinking can get a person shivved.
In order to paint the full happenings of such a mishap we will need to go back to Thursday night where in I stayed up (for the 3rd night in a row of crap-ass sleep) with our eldest and pulled him through Yemen, Peer Feedback, Linear Algebra, Photography, and Creative Writing. When I say "pulled" him...I do not mean "did his homework." I mean pullllled him. Because had I done the homework, we would've gone to bed at 10pm. Instead, I encouraged and nudged him to stay awake until he was finished at 1:45am. It wasn't so much that there was a ton of homework, rather that his extra curricular stuff on that day did not allow him to start his homework until 9pm, and his brain had gone to bed around 8:45pm.
Fast forward, to massive cleaning and scrambling to have costumes finished, pumpkins to carve, and food for Friday night where we had friends over to watch the Cubs lose. Tried to sleep, let the dog out twice in the middle of the night and then "Cock-a-f'n-doo!" it was Sat morning and we had to be at the soccer field. Watched soccer, raced to hip-hop, and then off to Parkour before returning home to frantically get everyone dressed in costumes to go check out Treat Street briefly so we could hurry back to watch the Cubs lose again.
It was in the heat of the moment of racing back to catch the game, that I dropped my keys on the ground while trying to get into the car. The silver car's key fell off, and so I just grabbed it and put it in the arm rest so that I didn't waste time messing with it.
We raced home. Swore at the TV and went to bed. Tomorrow, I would be taking you to the airport in the red car and then taking the kids to the Denver Zoo.
After another crappy night of sleep, I woke up to our 12 year old standing over me. I hate that by the way. It's so creepy!!!! Turns out he'd been trying to wake me for sometime. He was sick. And having trouble breathing.
He and I went down and sat on the couch together from 5-7am, until it was time to wake you to say, "All plans have changed while you were sleeping. Our son is sick. We're not going anywhere. You have to drive yourself. Take the red car. Have a great time." And so you did.
And it wasn't until I decided to go get groceries, because I couldn't have a cup of coffee until I did, that I realized I was up the old "creek of doodoo" sans paddle. There in the garage was a large vehicle for hauling people and food and such. And there, at Denver Airport, miles away, was the only key.
"Huh," I audibly sighed. And then again, "Huh." Perplexed as to how one might get through the next few days with 3 kids (one who seemed pretty sick), no food and obligations like school, tennis, climbing, etc without a car. I felt a little bit like a double leg amputee that had been challenged to a 3-legged race.
To cut to the chase...by nothing short of a miracle, we received a "loaner" for the week from good friends, and the Cubs won game five. I'm still so overwhelmed from all the stressful build up, that I'm still f'n awake.
So when I lock all of us out of the house tomorrow, but left the oven on and the dog inside, I NEED you to know I'M TIRED...not just a total idiot. And this shit is hard.
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