The day had been long, as they all seem to be with young children.
We spent the morning hours at the baseball field, enduring watching E’s double-header baseball games in the bright summer morning. His team was blown out in the first game and lost a heartbreaker of a second game, giving up a two-run lead in the final inning. The team might have spent more physical energy than we did, but T and I definitely expended more emotional energy, hanging on every pitch and cheering for E and his teammates. Then we went straight from the ball field to a soccer birthday party for one of E’s friends – indoors, thank goodness – and finally arrived home sweaty, exhausted and ready to crash. After an early dinner, quick baths and bedtime stories, both children were fast asleep.
Noting that it was earlier in the evening than usual, T began the search for a movie to watch. After a half hour of vetoing each other’s suggestions, however, the familiar feeling of futility had begun to set in. We hadn’t come up with any other options at that point and I knew that T was in between series so I figured it was as good a time as any to make the suggestion.
“Do you have any interest in starting Game of Thrones?” I asked. Continue reading “Game of Thrones: Better Late Than Never”
