After a very frustrating week, where it appeared nothing could go right, I had a surprisingly mellow day today.
I forced myself to keep the movie date I had with the Workaholic last night. I didn't want to go. I was so over it all I just wanted to get into my bed and sleep. I gave myself a mental face slap, had a shower, put the Munchkin to bed, fed the babysitter and dragged the Workaholic out for dessert and a movie.
As I sat across from him and the black cloud over his head, nursing my cappuccino, I had second thoughts. The moody silence, weird middle ground staring and that black cloud were almost enough to send me screaming back to the car and speeding home. I made a massive effort to engage him and finally got him to join me in this physical plane and we wandered down to see Super 8.
Well, I had no expectations as I hadn't even seen a preview, but figured it would be a safe bet as I really love the stuff that JJ Abrams does and of course Spielberg was involved.
I didn't expect it to suck me in. I was truly terrified, exhilarated but definitely terrified.
Goodbye crap week, you are just a distant memory to me now! I was transported to Ohio in 1979.
I'm not a movie reviewer but I really enjoyed this Homage to Spielberg. That's what it is, ET on steroids.
Anyway, even though it meant that I came home and just could not get to sleep because my head was still in 1979 Ohio, it recharged my batteries in a big way.
I slept in this morning but somehow managed to get both boys ready and out the door in under half an hour. Magical feat. It is usually an hour and a half at least!! I took the Little Man to School and the Munchkin to swimming lessons and spent the rest of the day doing some paperwork and playing with the Munchkin.
I'm Glad I saw this movie with no expectations and at such a low. It picked me right up and made me appreciate this lovely mellow day I had today.
It's simple days like this that somehow manage to completely wipe away the memory of the truly awful ones for me.
Thank you JJ Abrams.