It seems that cooking lessons are cathartic because Daniel was up before us this morning. Apparently Bryan had agreed to teach him how to make french toast today. French toast on a weekend morning has become a ritual for us as a family. As I watched my guys putter around the kitchen (mom is off limits here) it made me way too reflective. Of course I had to share these thoughts with my guys (like when Bryan made me french toast at midnight when I was pregnant). Oh good grief! Honestly I am trying to take this thing in stride but am being ambushed by my own feelings. All morning the more I tried to make light of the move the more I felt worse and realized the words were hollow. The tension just kept building in my chest.
So we ate, and discussed last minute needs, -a new alarm clock.
So we went on a quest to Target for a new clock, and some packing boxes.
Two Targets later, the perfect clock in hand. Now what? What would be the perfect thing for a last outing? Something fun and light, maybe even goofy. So I suggested it.
Snakes On A Plane.
Yes we went and saw it. And it is exactly what the title says.
Snakes On A Plane.
Totally predictable, even trite and maybe that is why it was so good. Bad thriller meets the old airplane movies of the 70's, except it doesn't take itself (as a movie) that seriously. Totally gratuitous, but that is the charm. And who can resist Samuel L. Jackson. It was gross, and we laughed like crazy. If you thought I was too cerebral for such things, I am sorry to disappoint but...
It was the perfect thing.
I am not sure how I will look back on this day, the Sunday before my baby went to college. In the haze of a fond reflective memory I may never be able to make room for...
But that is what selective memory is for. And as for today, it sure made me feel better.
Bryan and Daniel making breakfast.
I know this blog is for your thoughts but how do the other two feel about this whole thing. I would think that Daniel is very laid back about the whole thing as he has always seemed to be so logical about stuff. Everything must feel so different. Not sure I am looking forward to this whole event in my life however my first born son came back and shows no signs of leaving soon so I am sort of hoping second son doesn't respond the same way. We shall see. Good luck Daniel. Bryan and Blair he will return for the holidays and maybe even some laundry.