Let’s see…
Saturday:
6:45 am I woke up.
7:05 am read a 6:57 am e-mail from My Kid’s soccer coach saying he was assumed the game would be called because of rain.
7:10 am I told My Kid she was off the hook, no 8:00 am soccer game.
7:15 am My Kid is sound asleep.
7:20 am Reading coaches latest e-mail sent at 7:13:50 am; “AYSO just identified that games are on for the day.
7:25 am I try to rouse My Kid without success.
7:35 am I give up on getting to the soccer game, My Kid’s not dressed–My Kid’s not even dressed. The car service isn’t her–the car service hasn’t even been called (We only take car service for the very early games, otherwise we take the subway.)
7:45 I am wracked with with guilt having just read a blog by a woman who describes; “8:00 am soccer games as a test of her commitment to parenthood.”
8:00 am soccer game
12:00 pm Brownie Girl Scout field trip to Brooklyn Children’s Museum–this one did happen. I got my kid to the Court Street subway stop to meet up with her troop leader and the other girls going to the Brooklyn Children’s Museum.
1:00 pm I’m walking alone in SoHo.
2:00 pm rehearsal Theatrelab, 14th Street, Chelsea Warshaw Sudio, Wooster Street, Soho.
Between 4:30 or 4:45 I arrive at the Court Street Subway station in Brooklyn Heights to wait for My Kid. I chat with another waiting mother, about things like working out in the gym after the age of 40 and making proper meals so the kids won’t eat cereal for dinner… until they arrive at nearly 6 o’clock.
5:00 pm Fort Greene Momument lighing ceremony
Took My Kid home on the subway, stopped at Ralph’s. (The Election Night Fort Greene Street Party till 3:00am Ralph’s!)
Cooked some pasta and sauce.
Watched some TV.
Ran a bath for My Kid.
Read some “Geronimo Stilton” and some “Hans Christian Anderson” out loud.
Listened to some music from a different century on WNYC.
Talked to The Husband on the phone.
Fell asleep eventually…
Sunday:
Mass at 9 am or 11 am or 7 pm (…?…)
11:00 am Rehearsal at the studio in Soho–except that My Kid and I were very late because of all the different things things (kid slow to dress, printer acting up, forgot the script and went back for it, walked the wrong way after getting off the train, etc that each added about 10 minutes to our transition time–the baby and toddler mothers have certain issues in the rehearsal space; I have different issues just getting to the space with my “tiny teenager”–then my kid has her Ninetendo DS fro backup in case of boredom and everything is fine–not like those tiny little hungry, teething, nap needing, eccentric “lotion mushroom”, sharing-learning people we deal with during rehearsal. (And I feel very guilty about being late to rehearsal, but this post is about the whole day…)
1:00 pm, rehearsal is over and an hour is plenty of time to get to the Guggenheim: stopped at Anne Klein store on the same block as the rehearsal studio to buy the boots that were on sale I looked at yesterday. Then we stopped at the Dean and Deluca by the subway stop where My Kid chose pre-packaged cucumber and avocado sushi for her lunch. Then on the 4 train going uptown towards the Guggenheim we ran into a Brooklyn-mommy-friend and her kid also going to a museum, but they were on their way to the Whitney to see the Calder Circus, the mommy said they’d already seen the Catherine Opie exhibit and it was good. When we got off the train at 86th and Lexington, My Kid was cold on the street so I said, lets go into that drugstore there and get one of those cheap hat/scarf/glove sets that are everywhere during the winter. Well we went to a Duane Reade, a Wallgreens and a CVS enduring some tears and almost giving up and going straight home before we were able to buy a red High School Musical hat and glove set to keep My Kid warm as we walked the four blocks to the Guggenheim. She commented as we walked along 88th Street that the buildings were all ordinary and not at all like what she expected since she’d seen pictures, and then she saw it.
2:00 pm Guggeheim Family Day, PS 8 event–We arrive at 2:45
5:00 pm (almost) we leave the Guggenheim and catch a cab to 72nd and Columbus because we want to go to Tip Top Kids shoes because My Kid wants black boots (like mine) and I agree because we never did get around to getting her proper school shoes this fall so…We get to the shoe store and there are a mommy friend and two of her daughters, 2nd and 3rd grade sisters and friends of My Kid from her school in Brooklyn Heights, who select matching pairs of running shoes. My kid gets her black boots, (Eventually choosing the more expensive waterproof warm ones over the shiny fancier pair). We are the last customers in the store.
I thought we could eat on the Upper West Side and get dinner over with (when in doubt I always choose the restaurant I’ve never tried). My Kid said she’d prefer to go home, drop off our purchases and pick up her homework and eat at a restaurant in our neighborhood. So we got on the train. The 1 train was crowded and we stood for a few stops, when we sat down I was slow to realize that the man sketching next to My Kid was Eric Davis. We recognized each other and spoke for a while. He was drawing ideas for his next incarnation his Red Bastard show. He asked what I was doing and happily I had an answer; “My kid and I are in rehearsals for something for the Six Figures Artists of Tomorrow Festival at the West End Theatre.”
When we got off the train at Atlantic Center in Brooklyn we made a quick detour to the Children’s Place for some socks. By the time we got to Fulton Street, My Kid was cold enough to decide she didn’t want to walk outside anymore that a frozen entree from Fresh Garden at home would be just fine.
And so here we are at home, My Kid’s finishing her homework and I’m starting to fade.
Weekend To Do List:
Feed kid 6 meals and 4 snacks (mmm pretty much yeah…)
Make kid do homework (She said she’s done.)
Make kid read (She read some.)
Prevent kid from watching too much TV (She couldn’t watch that much, we were gone most of the time.)
Clean some part of the apartment (maybe if My Kid falls asleep soon, or if I wake up early…
Where did my single spacing go and why can’t I get it back? That’s what I want to know!
Wash some dishes (yeah, I’d better get that done before I go to bed…)
Put away some laundry (It’s still in bags in the cart in the middle of the living room…)
Read something (I didn’t even buy the Times…sigh.)
Write something (Does a blog post count?)
Fill out some application forms (Well that didn’t happen!)
Shop for some food (do two trips to the corner deli, ten minutes before a meal, count?)
I’m done. Gonna clock out as soon as the kid’s asleep…(maybe)…better go turn off the TV…
