Oops, I did it again

Well, technically I didn’t really do it this time. Shockingly. Tonight’s joy was brought to us by the Manhattan Transit Authority.
I’ve heard stories about delayed trains. Obviously.
I’ve heard worse stories about really bad things happening with people and tracks.
I’m still not really sure what really happened tonight, other than that my mother-in-law and I and the two kiddos were stuck underground in a crowded train for nearly an hour. And that sort of sucked.
Well, eventually it sucked, but there was a solid 80% of really pleasant, if not enjoyable moments leading up to the sucky 20%.

In my mission to chill the f$&” out living here ( that is just riddled with irony , but I know what I mean, and it relates to being a bit more conscious and controlling of my stress points , in order to preserve my calm for the craziness involved in living here with kids), I was very cautious in planning tonight’s activities with Nana visiting the grandkids from a far.
An iconic, memorable, and celebratory moment. That’s what I was hoping for with her and my kids. That’s what I wanted to give her, and that’s what she deserved. Brett and his Dad were realizing a mutual dream by stepping on the hallowed grounds of Madison Square Garden tonight, and I wanted his Mom to have an equally special moment.
Which grandparent would not jump at taking kids to FAO Schwarz, only the greatest toy store in NYC?
Don’t answer. That’s a terrible idea, but I’d assumed that going Friday night would be substantially less awful than going on Saturday or Sunday.

Needlesstosay, the whole one hour under ground thing threw a sizeable wrench into things.

We ended up still making it to the Boathouse in Central Park for dinner, with one kid falling asleep at the table, the other kid entertaining himself with 2 goldfish crumbed cars I scrounged from the bottom of my purse, and 3 ladies ( I generously include myself in that mix, and willingly adorn my amazing and generous sister-in-law and my calm and fun-living mother-in-law with that title) enjoying ( no, really enjoying) a delicious taste of Pol Roger. And fries we scammed from the kids’ plates.
I must go back to that place as it was absolutely breathtaking. Really.

We gathered ourselves after our meal, tossed us all in to a cab, and made our uncarseated selves home. Smiling, head-shaking, yet again.
This place is awesome. And insane…

FAO will happen Sunday after all.

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