Good Thursday, Bad Friday

Anyone can tell you, parenthood has its highs and lows. You go from thinking you’ll die from happiness when their little bodies curl up against yours to chanting to yourself, “No murdering” when they say things like, “maybe you should go back to driving school.”

We had a great Thursday. We went to Oma & Opa’s, swam in the pond, swam in the pool, and had our collective favorite – tofu and rice! – for dinner. We even brought Beatz. I was patting myself on the back for giving her a Xanax before the ride and then realized too late that I didn’t bring one for the ride home.

George reading* an entire book to Oma! *reciting from memory, but still
George reading* an entire book to Oma!
*reciting from memory, but still
Not picture: Oma and I carrying the other 99% of the stuff.
Not picture: Oma and I carrying the other 99% of the stuff.
Beatz, after recreating the Wicked Game video in the sand
Beatz, after recreating the Wicked Game video in the sand

And then came Friday. Here’s a piece of advice for parents: don’t ever get cocky. Don’t ever think, “I got this all figured out.” Also, don’t ever wait too long to get a passport renewed so that you have to get it expedited because the passport expediting place makes the DMV seem like a paint & sip. [Note: I’ve never been to a paint & sip, but it seems like a relaxing, fun place.]

The faces of people who don't know they're about to wait in two 45-minute lines.
The faces of people who don’t know they’re about to wait in two 45-minute lines.

We spent the morning playing, and then headed to downtown Boston to get Hazy’s passport renewal expedited. It was 90-something out, so although Georgie really, really wanted to take the train, after a 15-minute 2-block walk with Beatz, I decided to drive. I packed them lunch (PB&J’s, natch) and we left an hour before our appointment, so I was pretty much thinking of Amazon Priming myself a #1 Mom mug.

Removed from cart
Removed from cart

When we got to the passport place (5 minutes late), we had to wait in the first line, just to get into the actual office. That line was about 45 minutes, EVEN THOUGH WE HAD AN APPOINTMENT. Inside, we had to wait in another line, in order to CHECK IN FOR OUR APPOINTMENT. That line took about 45 minutes too. After we checked in, we had to wait in chairs (a nice break from a line) until they called our number. Fortunately, the kids were mind-blowingly awesome, and spent the time running around and playing. I felt unbelievable lucky. There was that brief blip when George announced, “Georgie rhymes with orgy!” while we waited, but all good.

Other piece of advice: never drive in Boston.
After spending $160-something for an expedited passport plus $22 for parking, and missing G’s nap window, we headed for home. A couple minutes later, we got in a fender bender. For insurance purposes, I can’t say more, except that no one was hurt and there was a lot of crying. As I’m driving home, still shaken up and trying not to cry, Hazy goes, “Maybe you need to go back to driving school to learn to drive better, Mama.” No murdering, no murdering.

Friday would’ve totally sucked, except that Matty got back from Texas, and we got to have dinner at our friends’ house and put the shitty day behind us. My friend Nisha could have a cooking show in her gorgeous new kitchen, with her baskets of fresh herbs and veggies from her garden. I wish I could steal her green thumb.

Real Simple magazine spread?
Real Simple magazine spread?
Thankfully, my black thumb has not passed on to Hazy.
Thankfully, my black thumb has not passed on to Hazy.
Date
Date
Double date
Double date
Every summer meal should end with a popsicle.
Every summer meal should end with a popsicle.

There’s nothing like someone else cooking you an amazing dinner, and sitting to enjoy it outside with good friends, while – and this is key – the kids sit at a separate table.

So still feeling pretty lucky overall. Knock on wood.

 

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