It’s 5 o’clock somewhere…

…and the second shift is just beginning.

For the most part, running a two-working-parent household works pretty darn well for us. Granted, the kids are young and relatively uninvolved in extracurriculars, but for now, most weeks go by pretty smoothly. If there are problems, they seem to revolve around differing priorities.

For example, as I hit the height of Christmas preparations at home, I noted that Bryan could possibly be a bit more helpful. He pointed out that perhaps instead, I could re-evaluate what actually NEEDED to be done, resulting in a lighter workload for all. Had I not been making a snack for Santa’s reindeer at the time, I would have had a better chance of winning that particular argument.

Throw in a first grade teacher into the mix, you have yet another set of competing priorities. Somehow, hers always tend to win out. And so, after a busy and just plain difficult week at work and at home, I received the following message in my email in box:

Leprechaun traps are due TOMORROW.

And there goes Thursday night.

So, at 5:30 pm, we set aside tasks like laundry, grocery shopping and strategic planning reports to work on the most challenging task of the day: Building a trap to catch a mythical creature.

During this process, Ava asked us if we believed in leprechauns. I wearily nodded, “Sure,” while Bryan just sighed and said, “No.”

I took the opportunity to tell Ava that regardless of how much energy and effort we put into this end-of-the-day project, it was unlikely to yield the intended result, mostly because leprechauns are quick-witted (probably due to the fact they didn’t have to spend limited brainpower on projects like this after navigating a day that included six meetings).

Thankfully, the energy of an almost seven year old is not eclipsed by reason, and Ava set to work covering a shoe box with sheets of moss. We added in a three-dimensional rainbow with a cotton ball cloud, hoping to draw attention to the pot of gold (er…spray-painted rocks) waiting below. Amazed by his luck, we anticipated the stunned leprechaun would stumble backwards into the moss-covered trap door, and become imprisoned in the shoebox.

The trap had yet to work come Friday evening, but the ever-optimistic Ava left it at school over weekend. Meanwhile, her parents returned to their day jobs, anxiously awaiting the next high-priority deadline.

5 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Doug Smith on March 18, 2012 at 9:07 am

    Really clever writing and witty observations, Rebecca!

  2. Posted by Karyl on March 18, 2012 at 9:18 am

    And a darling project, to boot!

  3. Posted by Rebecca's Mom on March 18, 2012 at 6:30 pm

    That is a really cool leprechaun trap! Good job, Ava!

  4. You’re such a good mom 🙂 It’s too bad it had to happen during a difficult week, but sometimes it’s nice to leave the chores and do something silly with your kid. I hope this week goes smoother for you all!

  5. Posted by Doug Smith on March 20, 2012 at 9:18 am

    I know a woman who actually tosses pillows and other stuff all over the house at St. Patrick’s Day, then tells the kids the leprechauns were there. Good excuse to leave the house a mess!

    Weird word, leprechaun . . .

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