The boys have had a miserable cold for a week now. I guess it wasn’t the flu, despite 4-5 days of fever and diarrhea. Kent switched his NYC trip at the last minute so that he just went into the office here on Saturday. That meant he could come home at 4pm Saturday so I could go out for a break.
The minute he showed up, I threw myself together determined to get to the National Gallery of Art before it closed at 5pm. I slapped on black liquid eyeliner my hands trembling with excitement. Trembling and liquid eyeliner do not mix. Now, since I was looking at getting maybe 15 minutes at the museum, perhaps I should have skipped the eyeliner. But being able to wear a sweater without big snot marks on the shoulders and a little eyeliner for the first time in a week is half the point of getting out. Besides, go to the museum without eyeliner? I’m a mother, not a barbarian.
I totally pulled into an ideal parking spot right in front of the museum at 4:43! I lingered a bit until the third guard told me to leave, so I had a good 20 minutes among the sculptures. Ahhh.
Afterward, I stopped in to visit an old friend name of ShakeShack just for closure. I’ve felt like there was some rancor there since I moved on to Bobby Flay’s Burger Palace and then Smash Burger without even texting, so it was good to see ShakeShack doing so well without me. I was touched when I opened my bag in the car to find they’d thrown in a shake I hadn’t even ordered as a peace offering. I thought now we can nod peacably to each other when we see each other on the street. Then I realized it was a strawberry shake. Low blow, ShakeShack. Low blow.
If I had had any energy left, I would have visited friends or gone to the movies as well, but all I was up for was surfing the web and watching the Australian Open, so I just came home.
After those 3 full hours of soloing the kids (eye roll), Kent was pretty tired the next morning. He still helped me a lot with the boys the next day, though. They say you’re only as happy as your least happy child which is fairly accurate when that child is whining and crying in your arms pretty much nonstop. After Fluffy went down, Kent went immediately to bed and crashed for 12 hours.
This morning he was more excited to go to work than he has ever been in his life. He literally said, “Monday! Yes!” Fist pump.