My doorbell rang today and it was my grandmother, mother, five year old niece, and one year old nephew, who decided to surprise my family with a visit. They had just come from my brother and soon-to-be-future-sister-in-law’s house, where they played with the new puppy. We ended up making a day of it; they stayed for almost six hours, the spouse ran out and picked up a pizza, we played games, and pounded on the piano.
I felt bad at the end of the afternoon, though. She was sobbing because she wanted to spend the night with us and watch more of the Scrooge McDuck cartoons and comic books I let her marathon binge on during her visits. Unfortunately, she had an early appointment tomorrow and grandma said we’d have to take a rain check. If you’ve never had a five year old sobbing, wiping tears out of her eyes because she can’t stick around to watch cartoons with your family, it’s a heartbreaking thing. I can’t help it if our house is nothing but video games, music jam sessions, cookies, hide-and-seek, and fancy tea parties.
Now that almost everyone is gone or in bed, I might sneak back into the office and work for a couple of hours. I really need to get the proofs done on a huge catalog order that is going to the printers on Monday for one of the businesses. I need to look it over and sign off on it. It’s one of those things that shouldn’t matter – it’s already been checked by everyone else countless times – but if a mistake is made, it’s going to be visible for a long time given how many thousands upon thousands of copies are going to be shipped into the factory.