“So, after all that, You don’t care?” I was nearly at my wit’s end. Leigh had woken up this morning because she couldn’t buy this game online—sold out everywhere. I’d never heard of it before, but apparently, it was absolutely devastating that she wouldn’t have access on the first night—putting her forever at a disadvantage for the life cycle of this game.
We had driven to sixteen different shops, the furthest being three hours away. We had at least two conversations with creepy men who stood too close to tell us where they had heard that it might still be in stock. Everything we had eaten today was from a fast-food restaurant and that was starting to disagree with me. And when we finally found it in a sketchy, entrance in an alley kind of store, we weren’t allowed to buy it with purchasing the “bundle” which contained all sorts of accessories and collectables that we didn’t want—but Leigh wanted it and we had dedicated so much time to it that I would be damned if we were going home empty-handed today.
But now that we were home, Leigh wanted to go out with her friends. She had put the game in the living room next to the TV but hadn’t even bothered to open up the box. She picked at her fingernails a little and smiled up at me with a shrug. “Linda and Lizzie are going out. I want to go with them. The game will still be there when I get home—won’t it?”
I put my head in my hands and let out an exaggerated sob. Leigh laughed and put her hand on my shoulders. “There, there, Mommy. Think about it this way—we spent a whole day, working together towards a single mission, an unstoppable team of Mother and Daughter, and we achieved our prize. Isn’t it more the journey than the destination that’s important?”
“Don’t you Modern Motivational Mother me, young lady,” I sighed, “Okay, fine. Go out with your friends. But while you’re gone I’m going to start your game. And you’re going to have to play with whatever settings I set up for you.”
“Okay, Mom.” Leigh was already heading to her room to get ready for her night out. “If you can figure out the Xbox and get the game started, I will accept that punishment.”
She had a point. Damn that rational daughter of mine and my compete missing of the upswing of gaming culture. Besides, going to bed early was sounding more and more lovely as the seconds pass. “Okay fine—Just let me know when you’re leaving, and be home by curfew.”
I don’t know what Leigh said in response to that, but I assumed it was some sort of agreement or acknowledgment as I turned to the calling of my bed.