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.