A Mother Lode of Excitment: LOST, found on my doorstep!

I just left my house for fifteen minutes to pick up my five year old from Montessori school. When we arrived back at home, the UPS package was on my doorstep. My seven year old picked it up and read aloud, "Liza Marchant, motheringheights.net..." And she did not need to say anymore, because I knew the contents of the package. Like a child I ripped the oversized-envelope out of her hands and said, "Mine." Okay, maybe I said, "That's mine, thank you," as I ripped it from her hands, but I certainly grabbed it with the force of "Mine!"

I couldn't open the door quickly enough to tear open the package. I dropped my purse and my keys as I ripped at the envelope. It was not opening so I had to go for the kitchen scissors. Man, those UPS bubble wrap envelopes are tightly sealed. As soon as I was done cutting into my package, I gently removed the box from inside. My sad, true reality: This was the most exciting moment of motherhood as of late, aside from my recent e-mail from singer/song writer Ben Taylor telling me he was interested in assisting me with a story.

But today, here was this package on my doorstep, in my hands, my first official assignment as a movie reviewer for Mothering Heights. The only thing that could make this assignment better, would be knowing that I would be able to keep the package's contents: The third season of LOST. Then this day would be like Christmas and my birthday all in one day! Not only did I have a present, I had an official writing assignment.

After I pulled the seven disc set out the package, I immediately checked the envelope for some return label, but the package was empty. Did this mean what I thought it meant? Did this mean this set, this pre-release copy of Season Three of LOST would be mine? I held the box close to my face, sniffing its newness. Oh, the smell of fresh compact discs and plastic. I carefully tore off the plastic wrapping around the box. I carefully looked at the contents. 991 minutes of LOST episodes and LOST extras. All mine! Mine! Mine! Or does it belong to Mothering Heights?

Good question? I will hope, hope, hope! As I review, review, review!