We were racing through O’Hare International Airport. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins as we embarked on the first phase of our summer vacation. No, we weren’t racing to make a flight or anything like that. Mad Dog, in that way of his, was pushing us to get to…wait for it…baggage claim. We weren’t even late for anything. He is a man who can’t stand to be still so what happens when you land at your destination? You sprint to baggage claim naturally.
Through the bobbing and weaving I managed to shout over to the boys, “You realize this trip would not be possible without me. I am the whole reason we are here.”
They didn’t break stride as they looked towards me.
“I set the back-up alarm to make sure we made our flight this morning. This was absolutely crucial to our trip’s success. So, however amazing this trip is going to be, and it will be, it’s all because of your mom and her super awesome back-up alarm setting abilities.”
You see, the night before, Mad Dog ‘asked’ me what time I planned to set my alarm for. The truth was, he already had in mind the exact time he wanted. It was also clear that I was the back-up alarm.
Why he pretended that my back-up alarm mattered when, in fact, it did not, only shows how smart he is. He knows my sensitive self likes to feel useful in situations like these. He tried his best to include me. But really, in the realm of travel logistics, it’s best to step back and let him roll. (In his defense, he travels a lot for work, so he clearly knows what the heck he is doing.)
Mad Dog takes in what I’ve said and casually states, “Actually, you were the back-up to the back-up alarm.”
Full Speeds turns to me and says, “How’s it feel to be demoted to third string, Mom?”
Not great. Not great at all.
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glad you made it )