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I was the top brick in the pyramid of humanity

I managed to procure a DVD of Super Mario World: Yoshi The Superstar at McDonald’s Redbox rental kiosk while the kids were at school. They have been begging for me to rent it for eons. I’ve never really wanted to, finding multiple excuses to rent something else, almost anything else.

Look at me, being all sacrificial with my Friday night and my nice big TV. Smug sigh, smug sigh, smile at stranger approaching kiosk. I am a good mom, yes indeedy.

I picked the kids up a few hours later. After backpacks and shoes were sloughed off their weary little frames, I pulled out the disc and held it triumphantly above my head.

Tommy, who saw it first, collapsed into a dollop of freckles on the carpet.

All six of the big kids began running in laps, until I said, “HEY!”

I don’t like laps where the track is an entryway, computer room, kitchen, dining room, living room, entryway, computer room, kitchen, dining room, living room, entryway, computer room, kitchen, dining room, living room, entryway, computer room, kitchen, dining room, living room, entryway, computer room, kitchen, dining room, living room, entryway…

They settled into an orderly parade, complete with pantomimed horns and drums and, if I tune my imagination to complete hyperbole (channel 180), they tossed invisible roses and Tootsie Rolls from their perches on six fine Clydesdale horses.

I enjoyed their glee for a few moments before telling them the catch. They had to tidy the upstairs TV/office/book/boardgame/getaway room because it looked like Amazon.com threw up in there after drinking too much Hennessy.

Faces fell.

The kids scattered. Some cleaned. The vacuum blazed alive and ate well.

I was satisfied.

Ryley put the DVD in the player. Mario and his Bro had adventures. They were bad and silly adventures, so silly it prompted Tommy to exclaim how very very very stupid it was. He clung to Sam in embarrassment and couldn’t look as singing pink turtles in big pink bows held flames in their hands.

They asked for it. I delivered.

They said thank you, mom, even though I suspect they weren’t very thankful when the DVD finished and they looked at each other, puzzled.

I have a clean room upstairs. I got the better end of the bargain. By far.

My thankful, hard-working kids? All I can say is they can see far tonight, and the cement is drying fast.

2 comments to I was the top brick in the pyramid of humanity

  • I love the way you write. It’s like an Impressionist painting.
    .-= Antique Mommy´s last blog ..Hiding =-.

  • This has joined countless other Lifenut posts in my imaginary favorites list. The picture you painted of your kids’ giddiness is perfect. My kids are the same way, I just can’t say it as eloquently as you. And their cheesy video of choice is “Sonic Underground”. I don’t understand.
    .-= Heth´s last blog ..Everly’s Birth Story =-.

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