I brought work home.  I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten, Bryan had to go build tonight, and I was duty for The Boy.  I looked up and it was 5:30.  Well, hell.

So I grabbed what I could pull together and do at home.  Woo hoo.

I got home and we made THE SWAP.

I was freaking out about trying to get everything done tonight, when Mom called.  I was in the middle of a spreadsheet and stuffing pasta in my face while the Daily Show blared and I heard GameCube blaring in the other room.  And she reminded me that SYTYCD was on.  I could barely contain my disgust that anyone had enough free time to watch a silly tv show as I said, “Thanks.”

And then I thought.. this is stupid.

I made The Boy shut off his game.  I told him to come sit with me.

We watched SYTYCD together.  I taught him some basic cha-cha moves, and he showed me “how a 5 year old gets funky”.  He got very upset when the girl threw up on stage because he felt bad for her.. “She looked good; that’s what I liked about her.”  And when it was over, he crawled up into my lap and asked for a bedtime story.

We read Goodnight, Moon and Harold & the Purple Crayon.  I taught him my new trick, how to say “happy birthday” in sign language, and we practiced different signs.  I even kept it clean.

When I turned off the light, and he was still giggling, I thought, “A spreadsheet can wait.  Bryan will be home soon and that’s what I need.”

Things work out.  They always do.