The missing Pokemon!!!

He was kicking, waving his arms, tears rolling down, screaming in language I barely understood,  every now and then I heard "I want it.....it's not fair.....I want it....it's mine.." That was my Noah having a tantrum in our car. I had just picked him and Milah up from my dads after work. Noah had lost his Pokemon card and the world was about to end, for that Pokemon card amongst the thousand that he had was the most valuable ......it was his lifeline. My dad tried to find it but no trace of it. Exhausted from work I buckled him in as his arms were like Edward Scissorhands. My dad buckled Milah in for me. I waved goodbye to my dad and he said "good luck". It was only twenty minutes to get home but the longest twenty minutes ever. My journey would be hard. No munchkins or happy meal was going to fix this. Noah began kindergarten this week so maybe the exhaustion from that set him off. It set up the tantrums of all tantrums....he was a Maniac. 

He screamed the whole way. I calmly tried to explain to him that the Pokemon will be found, he will survive and life will go on. He didn't listen, he screamed, kicked, kept saying incoherent things. Milah like mommy calmly said to Noah "it's OK, OK......nice nice" but after ten minutes she was saying incoherent things pointing her finger at him as if saying "stop it you crazy boy, it's just a card". But he kept screaming, I kept driving, Milah kept pointing her finger.

How would I survive this?  Then I tried to think of a happy place, a happy time...."Fat Cats". Fat Cats was a local college bar when I was in college. Some of my best memories were from there. It was your typical college bar, nothing fancy but it was my sororitys hang out place. I danced a lot there, a lot and dancing always made me feel happy. I imagined myself dancing, really letting loose, shaking everything, feeling the music.....I saw myself as the girl in "flash dance" jumping from one side of the dance floor to the other, i was wearing her same outfit and didn't feel weird at all wearing that to the bar (I was also 20 pounds lighter and had loads of energy)  I was a maniac....feeling the music run through my body....I was Kevin Bacon jumping around in the scene of "footloose" swinging from one swing to the other, jumping on cars...... I felt relaxed and I smiled, I heard the screams so far away......

Then the phone rang, it was my dad "THE POKEMON HAD BEEN FOUND!!!!"  Noah stopped crying and fell asleep as we were just turning the corner to the house. I pulled in the driveway and noticed Milah was also passed out. She must have been "the hell with this boy I'm taking a nap". 

I sat in the driveway contemplating what to do. Do I go ahead and face the inevitable tantrum that would happen again when I would wake them up or do I enjoy the silence....I decided to write this blog and all was right in the world....kids were sleeping, I was smiling and the POKEMON had been found. ☺️