Mel's Twitter post on 5/5/14: "The only day it's perfectly acceptable to roll over, kiss my husband and whisper another man's name. #JackIsBack"
A guest post by Christopher Bugaj
The year was 2008.
Tuck, our oldest, was 3. Mags, our youngest, was 1. On most days I was up early and out the door to work. Melissa worked from home during the day, fitting in odd jobs, completing household errands, coordinating play-dates, and doing everything else that needed to be done.
At 3:30, the roles reversed. Sometime in the morning we compared schedules and picked a spot to meet to swap the kids. In school, church, or store parking lots (or even, sometimes, just on the side of the road) we met to flip the kids from one set of car seats to the other. Melissa headed off to work, mostly, at the time, to tutor students. I assumed the parenting responsibilities of dinner, clean-up, bath, reading, and bed.
Melissa would get home around 7:30, often just in time to give the kids a kiss goodnight.
At 8pm, I’d march myself into the bedroom, close the door, and work until 11. Every. Single. Night (including weekends). I was contracted to co-author a book on the topic of building a successful Assistive Technology program.
The project consumed almost every evening for a better part of 9 months. The title of the book was The Practical (and Fun) Guide to Assistive Technology in Public Schools but Melissa affectionately gave it a different title. She called it our “third child."
The work was incredibly rewarding but very time consuming. The book never impacted the time spent with the children but it had a devastating impact on the time spent with Melissa. Needless to say, “absence makes the heart grow fonder” won out over “out of sight, out of mind.” The lack of time only strengthened our relationship. We learned how valuable our time together was and found ourselves longing for more of it.
We missed laughing together. We missed eating together. We missed sharing our thoughts on pop culture and current events. We just missed being together.
We resolved to rectify that situation as soon as I was finished with the book.
When the book was completed, with the final draft sent to the publisher for editing, we decided one way we could reconnect would be to simply snuggle up on the couch and watch a television show. Most take the time spent together watching television for granted. For us, it was a luxury we hadn’t indulged in for almost a year. The show we chose to watch was the one everyone was talking about everywhere; 24.
We ordered Season 1 on Netflix and fell into the world of Jack Bauer and CTU. It turned out to be the perfect show for us. The show featured just the right mix of action, adventure, excitement, and intrigue. At times, we found ourselves gasping in shock and shouting at the screen like we could somehow impact the outcome of the events. At other times, we found ourselves cracking jokes, making up our own dialogue, and laughing at ridiculous predictions that remarkably came true in the plot.
It wasn’t long before we were hooked. Friday or Saturday nights found us up at 2am, not because of nightmare fueled screams from the children but from 1am conversations of “Let’s do one more episode! Let’s see what happens next!”
We discussed refreshments for our nightly viewings, usually trying some new appetizer or drink to accompany our viewing pleasure. We snuggled up, just enjoying the close proximity. We howled, cheered, cried, laughed, and lounged reveling in the time together.
It was awesome. Thank you, Jack Bauer,
for giving us a vehicle with which to hone our witty repartee.
When 24 ended, we were sad. We missed rooting for our buddy, Jack. We missed talking like Jack, Chloe, Tony, and the other characters from the show. We missed poking at the dialogue, mannerisms, and outrageous plot twists. Mostly though, we missed the fun we were having simply being together.
We tried to fill the void with other shows, looking for the right mix of character, story, action, drama, and humor. Shows like the John Adams miniseries, Battlestar Galactica, Nip/Tuck, and Arrested Development all had their merits. We watched them all from start to finish. We enjoyed our time with these shows too, but none captured our attention like 24.
Now, 24 has returned for a 12 episode season called Live Another Day and we find ourselves falling right back into our old routine. We’re sitting, snacking, snickering, and snuggling our way through each episode...and loving the time we’re taking to just be together. Although we have ambitions and goals, both personal and professional, we’ve embraced the idea that these are really secondary aspirations. First and foremost, we need to be happy.
That’s what makes it worth it to
Live Another Day.
Dammit people, we hope you’re having just as much fun as we are!
If not, what’s the point?