I had both kids in bed by 9:50 on Thursday night. Amazing, and quite early for Mr. Mario who typically refuses to go to bed unless I lay down with him (especially when Jon is out of town). I had to shower in the evening due to fingernails filled with dirt and mulch in my hair. The kids and I hit up the flower store earlier and bought 10 bags of mulch – we got through 4 of them before the kids were ready to move on to better things, namely, dinner for Maria and basketball for Mario. While I was soaking in the shower, Mario fell asleep in my bed (and Maria hit the hay as soon as her head fell on her pillow). What a gift of time!
I think the mulching and the run up the street to the pizza store helped wear the boy out. Lately, Maria has been all about her bike and Mario has been all about walking/running. He can make it a mile without stopping to take a breath or rest. He has got his mom’s lungs. Maria keeps us truckin’ because she zooms on her bike – the same bike she has had since she was three with training wheels wobbling, rust growing and princess stickers falling off. I think a new bike may be in order for her 6th b-day.
Back to my evening. I got downstairs at 10:15, cleaned up the living room and kitchen, and flipped through the movies on pay-per-view. One of my favorite past times is hitting up the movie theatre with popcorn and pop in tow (and usually a box of whoopers or goobers). Since I could not leave the children alone (oh, how tempting!), I had to be content with the tv, chips and dip, and a diet 7Up. I flipped through the new releases and it came down to Black Swan and 127 Hours. My brother gave 127 Hours rave reviews and it was only one and a half hours long. It won.
I’d give it a 5 out of 10. It kept my interest for the most part but there were times in it that I grew impatient watching James Franco make videos of himself. I know the director wanted the audience to get as accurate and real a picture of this climber being stuck in this crevice – his arm wedged into the rock by another rock – but I thought it dragged out a little too long. However, Franco did an excellent job recreating the absolute horror and intensity of cutting off his arm. The detail of that scene itself sticks to my bones. The ending failed to meet my expectations, too. I didn’t feel an ultimate connection with Franco at the end, which is something I look forward to in watching a movie (Annette Benning wowed me in The Kids Are Alright).
There was one scene right before Franco cut off his arm where Franco was beginning to give up and he had a vision of himself with his future son. That part struck me because I remembered back when I had a minor health scare. There were about two weeks where I waited to hear back from my doctor. Maria and Mario were both born, and the only thing that kept me up at night was the thought of leaving them at such a young age and not being able to watch them grow. When I was pregnant with Maria, I still remember thinking that I could never love her as much as I loved our pup, Cy. Sad but true (and it did take about 3 months to love her as much because she was such a fussy baby)! But now I cannot imagine not being a part of their lives and the amount of love that I have for them feels limitless.
The next morning I paid for my “crazy movie night” when Maria and Mario woke me up at 6:45 am. I felt like I had slept 2 hours. It reaffirmed the fact that I need to go to bed by 10:30. The kids knew I was tired and took care of me by getting dressed in a reasonable amount of time and walking the entire way to school. When we arrived, Maria began to pout and complain that she did not want to be in school. She did not want me to leave. She has been getting like this lately, especially on the weeks that Jon is gone. I hugged her and told her that she would have a great day, and without prompting, Mario also hugged and her and said “Don’t worry, Ri, school will be fun and I will play with you this afternoon.” She planted a long, hard smooch on his cheek, and we walked home.
I told Mario I was proud of him for helping out his sister, and he looked at me and replied “I love my sissy.” Watching their relationship continue to grow is a gift for Jon and I. Jon returned that night, and the kids were ecstatic to see him walk through the door. Echos of “DADDY” still ring through my head. Later that evening, Jon and I relaxed in our normal fashion – Jon with some tv and me with my computer, and I was fast asleep by 10:30.