This was the view from my back door yesterday morning:
It's mostly melted now, but it was snowing and grey for most of the day until about 6:00 pm, when the sun festively came out. Jake's mystery illness presented itself as a nasty headcold, and I just could not face bundling him up, running through the snow and howling winds, dropping Mark at school, and doing it all over again two and a half hours later, so I decided to keep Mark home yesterday. "If I let you stay home, we need to do some schoolwork", I said sternly, to which Mark replied, "Oh boy! Okay! What's my first assignment? This is going to be great!" So evidently my nerdy and bookwormish tendencies have been passed on to the next generation. In fact, the entire day was spent pretending our house was a school. Mark kept asking which "centres" he could play at. "Is the writing centre open? Is the dinosaur centre open? I'm going to set this book aside for the reading centre. Okay? Okay Mom? Okay?"
The other night I was premenstrually sobbing to my husband about the passage of time and how the boys are not going to want to spend time with me as they grow and how I'm just going to be the horrible bitchy mother-in-law everyone complains about and in a couple of years Jake is NOT going to want to grocery shop with me and woe is me, I'm sad. My husband replied cheerily that, not to worry, Mark will likely always want to do math puzzles and crosswords with me, which seems apt, after yesterday's events. ("Is the science centre open?").
Ah, it's all good. Of all the characters in The Breakfast Club, I have always secretly identified with the character played by Anthony Michael Hall - "In the physics club, we talk about physics, properties of physics" - although I had a huge crush on the Judd Nelson character. Ooh, the bad boy. It's funny how all of the most attractive movie characters are also the ones who would be the worst to be in a relationship with. Take the Ralph Fiennes character from The English Patient, for example. Ralph Fiennes, so yummy, so intense, and yet, imagine being married to the guy. It would be terrible! The guy hardly ever smiles, and forget about lighthearted conversation. "What do you want for dinner, honey?" "I HAVE BEEN WALKING. FOR THREE DAYS." I know this is controversial, but it would be much more amiable to be married to the jovial Colin Firth character than the sexy Ralph Fiennes character. At least he remembered their anniversary.
Huh. I meant only to write today about the snow, and my bookworm of an older child, and Jake's miraculous recovery today and how I have a very! exciting! weekend! ahead of me, but somehow I got on the topic of attractive movie characters who would be hell to be married to. So, that sounds like a great game for a Friday! What movie character do you find terribly attractive and yet, you know would not be good relationship material? Ooh, just thought of another one: John Cusack in Say Anything. I know. I know. Controversial. But really, wouldn't that lack of ambition get to you after a while? Okay, weigh in, this should be fun!