You'd probably notice that the kids and I are all still in our pajamas, playing video games. We have Super Mario Brothers 3 and Zelda 2 on our lesson plan today. My boys should most definitely know how to rescue a princess and should experience the heartbreak that comes along with failing to do that. Video Games have important lessons to teach and Friday pajama days seem like a good time to learn those lessons.
And there's a different kind of feeling that accompanies loading up your minivan full of kids and going to costco on a Wednesday afternoon, singing 'what does the fox say?' as you drive. If that feeling were a square, the four lines making it up would read: chaos, purpose, love and silliness, I'd imagine.
If you were coming over for coffee this morning, I'd fill you in on work. How I continue to wait tables well into my 30's because the schedule is unbeatable, the money is instant and the company is remarkable. I'd tell you the story about the guy at the counter, slightly dirty, road worn and hungry, who sat down to eat corned beef hash and eggs over easy after someone at one of my tables went outside and offered to buy him breakfast. I'd tell you how his face was so full of appreciation for humanity and how that was most certainly contagious. I'd re-in act his facial expressions and the tone in his voice as he marveled at how lovely it was that a stranger would feed him. 'This is nice, isn't it?' he kept saying. 'Isn't this nice?' he would ask.
And it was.
I'd also tell you about the guy at someone else's table who took interest in the travelers story. How he stood and talked with him for five minutes, looking at a map, swapping ideas, asking questions. How that man gave him money for lunch and told him to have safe travels.
Then I'd tell you how the traveler had one more coffee refill, smiled at everyone who walked by, gathered his backpack and coat, and left a one dollar bill folded up under his coffee mug before he went on his way. A tip, for me.
And I'd make you talk about how nice that was.
Because it was.
As I poured us both another cup I'd sarcastically, if not seamlessly, transition into the story about Monday night, my first bar shift, and how I waited on a regular bar customer for over an hour before he remembered that we had gone to Sadie Hawkins together when I was 15. I'd tell you how I told Lisa only half an hour before how I thought he was attractive and how when he reminded me who he was, my life flashed backwards 18 years and I was taken to a moment that made my face turn as red as the maraschino cherries I was restocking. I'd mimic Lisa's laugh as she pointed out that she'd never seen me so red when I shot my head to the side and gave her a look that I know said, 'oh. my. god.'
I'd probably tell you that, in addition to the fast money and the unbeatable schedule, I still wait tables because the stories are phenomenal.
If we were sitting in my living room having coffee, you'd probably marvel at how tiny my baby girl is. You'd probably also notice that she is completely unaware of her small stature. She is the most active 7 month old I've ever given birth to. She pulls herself up on anything that will stand still. She's only really happy these days when she's standing on her own two feet and then I'd point that out and tell you I hoped to God she never lost that.
Before you left I'm sure Logan would show you his new math kit and make you look through all of his Pokemon cards. I'd brag about how he gave me a Pokemon pop quiz last night and how I got a very respectable 'B'. Brodie might want a little of your attention, too. You'd be well versed in the capabilities of the Red Power Ranger before you left, having seen demonstrations of all of his moves.
If we had coffee this morning, you'd be completely amped up because I make it strong. I'd hug you at the door with one arm because I'd be holding Elizabeth and it's past her nap time. My boys would be trying to tell you one more thing as you walked out the door. I'd wave goodbye and tell you it was nice to visit, because it would have been, I'm sure.
And then, even after all that coffee, I'd probably lay down with Elizabeth for a little nap, myself.
Happy Friday, friends.
go. do. be.
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