I talked to the girls last night for just a little bit. In contrast to the tears they squeezed out for me when I was (guiltily) leaving them (I think in my 11 + years of parenting you can count those on a couple handfuls of fingers) tonight was direct Webkinz questioning. MOM: IF THEY HAVE THOSE IN NEW YORK, AND IF THEY HAVE UNICORNS BUT THEY ALSO HAVE PIGS, I WOULD LIKE THE UNICORN. OH YEAH — P L E A S E !
I think I could have predicted that.
So, I have slept for maybe ten hours since I got up to go to work on Tuesday. Where I am now, it’s Friday afternoon. I suspect that I may be a bit sleep deprived and not quite myself. Case in point; I can’t even figure out how many days and nights Tuesday morning was ago.
I feel a little silly, because after wanting to come and see New York ever since I was a teensy sesame street watcher, I’m holed up 14 stories above it, a little to frazzled to get out there. I didn’t die of claustrophobia in the Lincoln Tunnel, but I nearly passed out when I realized that not only was I in one long-ass tunnel, I was in one long-ass UNDERWATER tunnel. Luckily before I keeled over, we popped up into New York and I felt better.
I’m going to google how the hell much I’m supposed to be tipping people and then get out there.