Another weekend flew by. This one was jam packed and we didn’t get any cleaning or household stuff done. But we did have fun.
Saturday we went to the World Café Live for one of their Peanut Butter & Jams children’s concerts. It featured Putumayo’s Asheba playing music of the Caribbean and was quite cute and not annoying like one would fear when they imagine concerts for kids. We’d consider going to another show except that the price was a bit ridiculous and the names of the upcoming acts sound a lot more kiddie kitschy and scary. Plus there was the fact that Noah enjoyed repetitively climbing the stairs outside the venue just as much as the performance itself. He was SO enthralled with them that he threw a fit when we made him take a break from his climbing routine. Who told him he got a say?
We got drenched in a downpour on the way to the El and had to change everything head to toe when we got home. I put Noah down for a nap and hit the grocery store – ALONE. Sweet. At 5 pm we went to a cocktail party over at Susan’s place and Noah hung with Frannie and Tripp while I drank a few cosmopolitans and Mark had some dirty martinis. It was fun for all.
The aftermath of the party was not so fun. To state it briefly - Mark is not accustomed to drinking martinis and they were obviously much stronger than he’d expected them to be. It was an honest mistake, one that we’ve both made in the past, but one that is a hell of a lot less acceptable when one has to share in the care of a toddler. After trying to hold it together briefly Mark went upstairs and passed out at 8 pm, leaving me to feed, entertain, and bathe Noah before bed. I wasn’t upset about the mistaken drunkenness, it was a freak accident, but I was rather pissed that Mark wasn’t able to confess he was too drunk from the get-go and go to bed. Of course he woke me up at 2 am absolutely horrified about what had happened. He grew up in an alcoholic home and the LAST thing he would want is to put his child through any of the scenes from that life – so I accepted his apology knowing it won’t happen again. Have you had an episode of accidental overinduldgence while parenting? How did you handle it? It’s super personal and a loaded topic – perfect for blogging. Please share.
Yesterday was BEAUTIFUL. My Mom came and took Noah to the playground while Mark and I went to the Standard Tap for brunch. As always the food was AMAZING. I had a pancetta and jack cheese omelet that came with a stunning side of potatoes gratin. It was so good I almost died. And the bloody mary’s were so spicy and mouthwatering. My God. I wish I was having the same meal right now. Anyway, after we ate we joined Mom and Noah at the park for awhile and then enjoyed a lovely walk home. And then Sunday TV was good to us.
Today is grey, yucky and boring. Noah and I went on our monthly trip to the price club to get mass quantities of staples (meaning essentials, not the clips that fasten paper) like soup, veggies and granola bars. And that brings you up to date.