The entire neighborhood is asking me that. It's not that they really care about how I'm enjoying my "kid-free" time - it's that they too, are relieved from having to listen to my boys fighting-screaming-and making otherwise annoying explosion sounds at the top of their lungs when they're walking around with me.
My neighbors are shocked - that I have a normal speaking volume and I can smile without a nervous twitch.
Who'd a thought...24 little hours and mommy acts...normal.
I accomplished a three hour writing session - on top of the salad-eating and hobbling thing I call a run.
Then...I took a break and did the prohibited deed: I looked at pictures. Yes, of the boys. Not just recent ones, but the baby ones, too.
WHAT AM I, AN IDIOT?!!
Sorry for the all caps. Been reading a "Calvin and Hobbes" collection lately. Samu's graduated from Super Diaper Baby to newspaper cartoons.
This is how I convinced myself that it was actually productive - Why don't I post them?
Gosh, I'm so gullible it's pathetic. So, these are from our visit to the Imagination Playground at the South Street Seaport (the very one with tons of crabby Christmas ornaments).
|Zuki's sculpture side dance|
|Samu's building a Monster Truck course|
|View of the Brooklyn Bridge|
"We've never been here before, mommy."
"Really? You don't remember this MALL?"
"How about the deck with the view of the Brooklyn Bridge?"
"Yeah - it's familiar."
"And look! There's the beer garden you had hot dogs at."
"Oh yeah, now I TOTALLY remember."
The foundation of every childhood...beer gardens. No wonder I miss these guys.