The morning after a metal festival.
You can guess how I feel. A night spent with Anthrax, Megadeath, Slayer and Metallica. Long train rides to and from Yankee Stadium. Not much to drink but awful beer. Standing for 8 hours. Getting home at 2am.
I feel pretty great!
Okay I AM a bit tired. And hungry. But I lost 3 pounds! Isn’t that worth it?? I would have to say YES!
But, let’s not forget how Jack behaves when I leave him for an afternoon or overnight. He still has the tendency to punish me when I get back home. Why do kids do that? I already expected it…
He was asleep last night obviously, so I got to see him first thing this morning when he woke up at 7 on the dot.
Jack: (mutter, grumpy, scowl)
me: Hey good morning! Can I get a hug?
Jack: No. (mutter, sarcasm, mouthy)
me: But I missed you! I hope you had a good night.
Jack: I didn’t miss you. (scowl, stomp, mutter)
me: (sigh) Let’s go get some breakfast.
Jack: I’ll do it myself fool!
me: Okay. Let’s go. Bottom step. I’ll see you in 6 minutes.
Jack: (frown, pout, sulk)
me: (6 minutes later) Okay, time’s up. Apologize and let’s finish getting ready.
Jack: Sorry. (frown, scowl)
me: Come here. Hugs…
We walked down the driveway to the bus. Jack muttered and scowled and generally had a dark cloud over his head. Fun.
Jack: I’m not going.
me: Yes you are. Come give me a kiss. Here’s the bus.
Jack: (mutter, scowl, stomp, drop backpack in the road a few times)
me: (turning him around to face me) Listen, if you don’t come home in a better mood, there’s gonna be big trouble this afternoon. Got it?
Jack: Yeah, but you’re always in a bad mood and yelling at me.
(How is it that I suffered through Megadeath, yet HE’s in a bad mood??)