Some of us have more trouble adjusting to the Monday morning routine than others. I’m especially bad. Having two parents in the house all weekend long is like a vacation to me, so when I’m left on my own it takes me at least two cups of coffee to get up for it.
Karen was getting ready for work, as usual, and she was running late. I heard “Bye everybody!” and the door close. I’m kind of insecure so I felt a slight tinge of offense “Not even so much as a peck on the cheek.” Hmph. So I go to the window and wave goodbye. At least I get a wave back. Then something catches my eye as Karen’s driving away. Jonathan’s car seat is in her car. So I call Karen on her cell phone, and while she’s still in sight she answers. I go out and get the car seat, collect my morning kiss, and start walking back to our minivan.
Have you ever pressed down on the gas, thinking the car was in drive, but really it was in reverse? Have you ever bumped into something when that happened? Did you ever hit your husband with the car when that happened? I suppose that was a critique of my kiss, but I’d have preferred her to simply say “Mark, seriously, go brush your teeth.”