I’ll have to say, this wasn’t the greatest week for me. For instance, I went to the store expressly for chicken, while picking up a few other things. The checker forgot to put the chicken in my bag. Shoes I needed were not available in my size and discontinued, a restaurant I wanted to order from was inexplicably closed the day I really needed it, the alternative ran out of the thing I wanted to eat, my husband was late coming home every single day of the week, and boy child was aggressively soiling his pants out of spite in order to get more mommy time.
Perhaps the biggest disappointment, though, was getting turned away at the Seaglass Carousel, because I had, “too many children,” with me. “Don’t you have another adult with you?” I was asked. Believe it or not, we don’t always travel in packs.
As I looked in through the large windows, I remarked to the attendant that the large, floating glass fish were more than adequately large enough to accommodate an adult, a baby, and a toddler. It was essentially two of me wide. One next to me, one in my lap, Bam. He shook his head. “But, it’s two butts wide,” I continued. He assured me it was not, in fact, two butts wide, and that it was designed for one passenger only. “Maybe not two of your butts,” I fumed, “but our butts would totally fit.” “You need another adult,” the ticket lady said.
In an era of working parents, single parents, and increasing numbers of multiples, what a slap in the face. How I wish I could have a full time, all the time help scenario. I’m not sure I know anyone who has this. In our very solitary, singular culture, who’d have thought the words of a carousel attendant in the Battery would say such remarkably true words…
I need another adult.
I finished my latest kippah project last night, and he seems to like it. Like, he found it on the morning, asked to put it on, and he’s been pretending to fly ever since. Not bad, eh? Here are some action and construction shots (and very basic instructions):
“Frances Jensen is a mother, an author, and a neurologist. In “The Teenage Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Survival Guide to Raising Adolescents and Young Adults” (HarperCollins), written with Amy Ellis Nutt, she offers a parenting guide laced with the latest MRI studies. By her account, adolescents suffer from the cerebral equivalent of defective spark plugs.”
Amy Ellis Nutt. Best name for a neuroscientist EVER.
Except from this New Yorker article:
Why Teen-Agers Are the Worst