Because of too many complications and annoyances in our lives (hello, kitchen remodel!), we ended up on the road at 6:00 tonight, headed over to my parents’ house to pickup our second car. Our first car as a married couple, it usually just goes to the Metro station and back (if we’re lucky), but this week we had pressed it into service to take us away, far away from the Kitchen That Time Forgot.
Yes, the one with water seeping under the floors and around the counters.
Yes, we’re getting it fixed.
Soon, okay? (But no, not soon enough for scrapbooking night.)
After a good workout on the playground and a costly jaunt through the nearby Stride-Rite store, we kissed the grandparents good-bye and got in the car. It had been a long day, a day where I had meant to get a lot of work done, and achieved only a couple hours of work. (The breeze was so nice, and my children’s laughter more precious than hours on the clock…) We had added this trip into our already-crunched routine, and the day was overstuffed. Tired and hungry, I buckled my oldest boy into his car seat. He stopped me and asked me to look at the moon with him.
He asked me to look at the moon with him.
And then he said, in a three-year-old’s precious little voice, “Mommy, this was the best night.”
I agreed with him, kissed his cheek (as I do every time I buckle him in), and thought about that all the way home. Through the dark. Dodging orange and white cones. Being passed by fast cars and faster tractor trailors. Screeching to a halt in front of the “ROADWORK TONIGHT” sign that alerted us to miles (yes, miles) of cones, all lined up like the children in the Madeline books, ready to go for a walk down the dark black interstate.
Through it all, I can still hear his happy little voice. “Mommy, this was the best night.”
Don’t ruin it, Susan.
Keep your cool.
And just when three lanes narrowed to one, and the SUVs on my right tried in sequence to cut me off and squeeze in line in front of me, a little voice piped up from the back seat.
And we were back on our adventure, through The Land Of Big Yellow Machines, and it became a game to see who could find the crane, the rolly, the dozer, and the pickup trucks first.
Maybe this was the best night after all.