I really wanted to see The Hunger Games.
Like really wanted.
Like a teenage girl yearns to see Justin Bieber, I yearned to see Katniss, Peeta and Gale on the big screen. Not just because I loved the book but, because this was the first book that my husband and I read together.
There was just something about the experience of sharing a love of the books that made me so excited to see the movie with him.
So last Wednesday my mom agreed to keep Jack over night since she was watching him in the am.
I called John and told him we were on for the Hunger Games. We headed to dinner and then to the movies.
As we were about to go into the movie I checked my email and saw an email from my mom.
It said, “you forgot Jack’s blankie”.
I called my mom and she said he wasn’t sleeping yet but he was fine and that we should continue with our plans to watch the movie.
I asked if we should come get him and she said no.
But my gut said yes. My gut said to leave the movie theater and to go get my little boy because I had a bad feeling.
You see Jack’s blankie had become extremely important in the last few months. It was a life saver on our flight to Aruba and it calms him down when he’s over tired and cranky. And now my little guy was without it.
But my mom insisted we enjoy the movie and John rolled his eyes at me when I suggested that we leave. So I tried to leave my apprehensions in the lobby and enjoy the movie.
And I did. The movie was beautiful, the casting was brilliant. It was my favoritie book coming to life before my eyes. I was mesmerized. But not so mesmerized that I didn’t stop every few minutes to check my phone.
And then there it was just as Katniss and Peeta were launched into the games, there was the text message from my mom, “he’s still awake, call me”.
With that message I walked out of The Hunger Games and we headed 45 minutes south to pick up our little boy.
And I was mad. Not at my parents, not at Jack and not at John but at myself. Because I should have trusted myself, when I got that email I should have went and got my baby.
Lesson learned, next time I'm trusting my gut and I've already ordered a back up blankie for my parents house.Check out my facebook page, please give me a "like"