The alarm went off at 7:30am. Pretty early for our household. Showers, clothes, hair brushes, rubber bands (the hair kind), cereal, milk, shoes, socks, house keys, car keys, hats, gloves, bag-o-baby-stuff for Lily, stroller, coats, movie tickets.
Earlier in the year we were downtown and saw a billboard for said movie. The kids went bonkers. We stopped right there and then, took photos with the billboard in the background. The countdown was on! “When is President’s Day Weekend?” they asked. “Sometime in February,” we responded. We’d tuck that away for later. For now it was hot, we were hungry and it was time to get back to our air conditioned car and drive home.
Well, summer turned into fall, fall turned into winter, and winter turned into President’s Day weekend. By this time our children had finished reading the whole Percy Jackson series. (I’d heard the first 100 pages or so read aloud on a car trip.) They’d seen all the movie trailers. They knew all the stars. Our two oldest had started a pod cast comparing the trailer to book. The only question that remained was, “When can we see it?” I was ambivalent.