Today I took Ryan to a museum with a bunch of families from our school. I can do a museum about as fast as an aquarium. About 15 minutes. We were there for five hours. Saving grace was that there were a couple of moms who I really enjoy and we had a good time (oh, and Ryan enjoyed it.) But by the end, I was cold, I had major shoulderitis from my ridiculously heavy camera that I didn’t use but twice, and severe coffee withdrawal syndrome. So it’s no wonder that after we got back:
I locked Erik in the van. With my cellphone. In his carseat. Me outside. In the rain. Remote no worky. Doors no open.
Fortunately, I remembered that I had seen Harvey playing with the remote and saw him slide the spare key into it! Momentary panic. Happy, but wet ending.
About twenty minutes later…when I went to pick up Ryan from piano, Erik had to go to the bathroom. I walked him straight in the building and into the bathroom. I looked at the urinal and then went towards the stall. Then I looked at the urinal and thought ‘That’s not right’. We left…abruptly. We walked out and into the other bathroom. I then avoided making eye contact with the father of one of Ryan’s classmates who was walking behind me when I turned into the ‘other’ bathroom.
I’m tired. It’s been one of those days…
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