Sure, you gain an hour, but at what cost?

7 Nov

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“And, really, what good is an hour when you have to come inside early because it’s dark out?” asked The Boy.  (Yes, he begins all his diatribes with “and” because he was raised in a very linguistically conscious environment where his mom started all her sentences with “yes.”  Even when she was going to say no.  Like, “yes, some families do go to Paris for Thanksgiving but we are not the Sarkozy’s.  We go to New Jersey.  Now get in the car.”)  As far as I’m concerned, The Boy doesn’t have to come inside at all seeing as how all he ever wants once he does come in is food and the internet.

Yet, I feel his angst because I know that these past few days have not been easy for him.  His mother (AKA: me, AKA: the driver, the yeller, the candlestick maker) in an attempt to maximize her bonus 60 minutes, tacked so many tiny extra chores onto the morning routine that we ended up leaving the house 3-5 minutes later than usual depending on whether you consulted the clock in the kitchen, the bedroom or the Master Atomic Clock at the US Naval Observatory in Washington D.C., which actually took a little while to find online so I may have lost some time proving that I was correct about the exact time (and, also, learning that there are 84 world time zones) but accuracy is important.  (Especially when I am the one who is right.  Everybody’s got time for that.  Everyone who is too young to drive themselves to school, that is.)

Before we knew it, my extra hour cost The Boy 15 minutes and the tardy count on his report card ticked ever so slightly higher (again) just because I needed to pick up wet towels off the floor or, at least, yell until the person who put the wet towels on the floor came over and picked them up.  Sue me.  Or, if you’re a Macaulay Culkin fan (and please say you’re not) emancipate yourself.  And take those stupid “Home Alone” and “Home Alone 2: Lost in New York” DVD’s with you.  (Oh Joe Pesci, what were you thinking?)

Finally, you want to discuss loss of time?  Let’s talk about Sunday when The Boy spent hours and hours fiddling around with GarageBand and then made me listen to his new song starring The Boy on guitar and vocals, featuring The Boy on drums and bass with special guest appearance by The Boy on background vocals.  And triangle.  Yes, triangle.

Sure, I gained an hour, but right there was 4.5 minutes of my life that I can never get back.

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