The Upside of Boring

Brian went away this past weekend to run a half-marathon in Baltimore with a college friend.  Since I'm in theater, it's rare that I have an entire weekend alone with my kids.  I always try to make it a special weekend.  Try being the operative word here.

On Friday night, they had some friends sleep over.  I took them out to our favorite diner where everyone got milkshakes and then we went home for a movie.  On Saturday night, my son was invited to sleep over at another friend's house so it was just my daughter and me; an even rarer event.

I thought it would be a perfect night to watch a chick flick which is Clara's favorite type of movie.  I searched IMDB and Rotten Tomatoes, I asked for ideas, I watched trailers.  Is Bridget Jones' Diary to risque?  Would The Proposal be funny enough?  I wasn't sure.

But after dropping my son off, Clara said she didn't feel like a movie.  She just wanted a shower and to watch TV.  Really?  I pleaded.  It's mommy and daughter time.  It'll be special.  She tried to rally and when I saw that she was only going to agree to be nice, I relented.  If she wanted to be boring, so be it.

I went upstairs to watch TV and when Clara got out of the shower she came up to say good night.  How I Met Your Mother was one; my favorite show.  I talk about it all the time because it's legend....wait for it....dairy.  Clara has always wanted to see it so she stayed to watch the end.  Then we found 2 more episodes on demand.  After, we flipped channels, talked, and Clara played on the computer some.  By this time, it was late, and since I have a king sized bed, and since it was just Clara, I told her she might as well sleep with me.

I didn't know boring could be so special.