We teased Michael today. We were in the car, discussing the Elliott curse -- surely bestowed upon my husband's Irish ancestors by a peeved leprechaun -- and lamenting light-heartedly about the bad luck we often seem to have. Michael agreed with our curse conspiracy theory and added that he too had felt the harsh blow of the Elliott bad luck. Just the other day, he had dropped his cupcake at school and then proceeded to smash it accidentally with the leg of his chair. We teased him and said that it wasn't bad luck, it was God's way of telling him he didn't need the cupcake. The five of us laughed and ribbed each other a bit more, making the most of our unplanned drive.
And tonight I realized that my husband and I had made the same mistake as our son. You see, the drive today was necessitated by a traffic citation that had been oddly processed by a courthouse 90 minutes from us. The courthouse only gives information through pre-recorded message, so the only way to resolve the traffic citation's mix up was to appear in person. The line at the courthouse ribboned out of the office doors; my husband waited in the line, 25 people ahead of him. And after the hour long wait, we were back in the car and on our way back home, but with the LA traffic, the return trip took twice as long.
Hence, our discussion of the Elliott curse.
But we had it all wrong. This inconvenient, somewhat frustrating, definitely stressful citation situation was not a punishment, but a blessing. An entire afternoon with all of us together -- the boys brought books to read and for the most part, bickering was absent. Sunshine spilled over the Spring-worthy blue skies and the
warmth of the afternoon lulled us into a sleepy state. We teased, but we also laughed and listened and learned. It was exactly what we needed -- an afternoon of togetherness and a bit of peace. Today was our smashed cupcake and I thought it was wonderful.