Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Not a Dinner Table Night
I have two teenagers, one of whom has his very own car. And it's summer. So you'd think these guys would be flitting about from friend to friend barely acknowledging their mom's existence — a.k.a. me at their age. I'm lucky to have two homebodies who occasionally hang out with friends, are here most every evening, and understand the significance of a home cooked family meal at the dinner table. Tonight was not a dinner table night.
We've learned to work around each other's schedules, and this appears to be "accommodate our working mom" week. Due to a dismal economy, the magazine's ad department will take anything, even if it's just a few days before deadline. Which is the case this week. Great timing ... my week with the kids before they're off on a two-week camping trip with their dad and I'm forced to work brutal 10-hour days. I return home at 7:00 and feed my daughter cheese, crackers, veggies & dip for dinner — my favorite meal and fast becoming hers. We're in "Flight of the Conchords" mode. Cliffie comes home from a card game and we're all watching this hilarious episode starring the bumbling Bret and Jemaine.
Bret: She works down at the cheap zoo
Jemaine: The pet store?
Then the outtakes. Here's one:
I'd seen this before, but watching it with these guys brought it to a whole new level of funny. Belly laughs, I swear. I love that they get the humor. I ask you, what's better than laughing — I mean REALLY laughing — with your kids? Not much, in my book.
Stress? What stress?