This was an email on one of the parenting listservs I belong to this morning. Our neighborhood is blessed with an enormous number of playgrounds, not to mention the entirety of Central Park, and yet all anyone could recommend is libraries, indoor play spaces, and bookstores. Sad face.

This was an email on one of the parenting listservs I belong to this morning. Our neighborhood is blessed with an enormous number of playgrounds, not to mention the entirety of Central Park, and yet all anyone could recommend is libraries, indoor play spaces, and bookstores. Sad face.

When I make a joke that accidentally ends up being offensive

whatshouldwecallme:

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ps - this is my life.

A Monday’s Monday

- My husband’s birthday is Friday. I can’t shake the feeling that at one point I had a really good idea for a present for him. Whether or not I ever did, it is 100% gone now and I have no ideas. Shit.

- Yoga on Saturday followed by SoulCycle on Sunday sounded like a good idea until Yoga on Saturday ended up being dedicated to headstands and handstands and SoulCycle on Sunday ended up being dedicated to riding out of the saddle. Ultimate result: I cannot walk.

- It is amazing how much leaving your purse at home (complete with diapers, wallet, and toddler snacks) can snafu your Monday. Home now, with no groceries, a hangry child, and we’re now an hour past his nap time, he just looked like he was going to go down and the building super started putting out the recycling.

So yeah, gooooooooo Monday!

Update: I had my shirt on inside out for most of the afternoon and ran I to everyone we know at the playground and no one said anything. Oy.

While we were at the playground yesterday, a bird sat in E’s stroller to eat crumbs. That’s an official rite of toddler passage, yes?

Thing people in the rest of America probably don’t think about

How lucky you are to have grocery checkout lanes wide enough for strollers to fit down.

Sleep Update

We’ve given up entirely on trying to get E to sleep in his crib overnight. He goes to bed in his crib, and then about two hours after we go to bed he wakes up and then we all snuggle together in our bed. It’s not perfect, but it’s a bit better. He seems to nurse less this way, though man are toddlers terrible sleeping companions! Cheeee-rist! Why do they flip around so much?!

Tonight I decided to play Baby Fingers until the screen of my iPad was filled with multi-hued piles of poo. My husband seems to think this is a sign I “need to get out more.” Men.

Tonight I decided to play Baby Fingers until the screen of my iPad was filled with multi-hued piles of poo. My husband seems to think this is a sign I “need to get out more.” Men.

God I wish there was a Starbucks in the playground.

The Misadventures of a Slightly Angry Working Mom New Yorker Trying Not to Lose Her Cool

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