New mothers of any sort, run away if you can!
I was only gone for about 24 hours, but it was heavenly. Low-key and probably a tad dull for most people, but, oh, how happy I was!
And I missed the guys, too, for which I was relieved. I'm not a total monster, after all!
I got in around noon, and made my happy way to the Met. I saw the African Art Exhibit, which I was glad to have caught, and met my oldest friend and her man (just had a year anniversary, yay!). He had never been before, so we took him to see Egypt -- boys of all ages LOVE mummies and temples. That and armor. One of my museum co-workers from years ago in Baltimore suggested dressing a mummy up in armor and suspending it over the main drag in town to attract museum-goers. It would totally work.
He loved the mummies, and texted while walking through the American section. We got hungry and I ate mistakes #1 and 2 -- bad pizza and root beer. What was I thinking? I never eat either of those things at home -- pizza, yes. Bad pizza, no. But the bad pizza was so GOOD. And the root beer made me feel so nostalgic. Until I was on my way down to the beauty salon. I prayed that they wouldn't mind if I stayed in their bathroom a bit too long. The subway stopped inexplicably, as it will do in Manhattan, so I breathed carefully and evenly to keep my insides from taking over the subway in a terrorist gas attack.
I made it to the hair place, was able to smile and make pleasantries to my hairdresser, the receptionist and shampoo guy (none of whom I have seen in 2 years), used the bathroom in respectable time, changed into the luxurious rayon robe they gave me, and sighed in relief. They even gave me a cup of tea, which seemed to calm my internal northrax (anyone see 30-Rock last night?).
We had a great time, reminiscing and trading photos. Me of my boys, she of her new cat, Dick, and new A-frame in Mass. It was indulgent and comforting. I almost felt like I was being treated at a hospice, everyone was so nice. And I got a great cut. It's one of those cuts that's not too noticeable at first, but then you swing your hair around and notice that it always falls into place. And not the same place, either. Any place it lands, it looks good. It bounces and swings, like in the old Pert commercials. It also cost me much more than I expected. Gulp. No wonder they were so nice.
I later met my friend at a nearby corner and we went to that BIG healthfood store you all know about, where I stocked up on oregano oil and got a cup of jasmine tea. We went to a my favorite fabric place, and I got some fabric for the boys' Christmas stockings, which I'll post when I'm done with them. We applied the glitter today.
We looked at her photos from her trip safari-ing in Africa, and had dinner here. You should check it out if you like Indian food and are visiting the Upper West Side. What we like about it is that you don't have to make any decisions. They have one menu each day, that's it. You do have to work a little and choose between brown or basmati rice, and pick your beverage. That was a bit of a strain. But we managed all right. All perfectly balanced for every dosha, apparently. And it's yummy, too.
We chatted and I slept like a giant redwood, never mind a log, and awoke to be served scrambled eggs and english muffins with butter and jelly. Ahh... I left in the afternoon, had a seat to myself on the bus, and worked on a crossword from March. Happiness is...