I'm still standing (yeah yeah yeah)
Jan. 30th, 2002 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinA whole weekend of Manhattan and North Bergen, New Jersey.
I hope to write more about it at Glitter, but suffice it to say it was a frustrating and good weekend, all rolled together, and I got a good Broadway show and a few very painful blisters out of it.
I got in late Monday afternoon, and spent a few hours trying to de-stress, trying to let my sore muscles and even sorer feet calm down in the wake of two days of forcing myself to be a tourist. Around midnight, my friend Stacy messaged me and told me her water broke, and could I possibly come over right then?
After a few phone calls on her end, she confirmed that she was indeed heading to the hospital with her husband, and so I threw pillow, toothpaste, toothbrush, and sanity into my shoulder bag and headed over to stay the night with their three-year-old daughter.
It was probably one of the longest nights I have ever experienced. Gwen is a great little girl, don't get me wrong, but she was so excited about the pending new baby brother, and the fact that one of her favorite people was coming to visit, I couldn't get her to bed until 3 AM.
I guess it speaks to my honest instincts that I did not plop her down in front of the TV as soon as there were signs that she was going to keep me up as long as humanly possible, but I do kinda wish I had done it a little earlier. After hours of her crying to me, "I am not sleeeeeeepy!!!", all it took was the first 30 seconds of Fantasia to bring her into a coma of sleep as immediate as snuffing out a candle.
I called her out of school the next morning, and we spent the day playing and walking to the coffee shop down the street for a bagel and some juice. Gwen's grandparents were driving in from Michigan, and so I knew I was only "on duty" until some time late in the afternoon. The timing was perfect, however, as Gwen performed a near-complete meltdown in the last hour that included some potty-training issues, several loud and emphatic "NO!'s", and many attitude-laden "Leave me alone!'s"
I picked up fast food and drove home as quickly as possible, feeling grungy and gross and tired and worn out. I was finally going to be able to sleep in my own bed that night, and I was going to do it as soon as I ate my food, digested it, and made a phone call to Scott to vent about my day.
Stacy had her baby late last night, a healthy little baby boy. All is well.
I hope to write more about it at Glitter, but suffice it to say it was a frustrating and good weekend, all rolled together, and I got a good Broadway show and a few very painful blisters out of it.
I got in late Monday afternoon, and spent a few hours trying to de-stress, trying to let my sore muscles and even sorer feet calm down in the wake of two days of forcing myself to be a tourist. Around midnight, my friend Stacy messaged me and told me her water broke, and could I possibly come over right then?
After a few phone calls on her end, she confirmed that she was indeed heading to the hospital with her husband, and so I threw pillow, toothpaste, toothbrush, and sanity into my shoulder bag and headed over to stay the night with their three-year-old daughter.
It was probably one of the longest nights I have ever experienced. Gwen is a great little girl, don't get me wrong, but she was so excited about the pending new baby brother, and the fact that one of her favorite people was coming to visit, I couldn't get her to bed until 3 AM.
I guess it speaks to my honest instincts that I did not plop her down in front of the TV as soon as there were signs that she was going to keep me up as long as humanly possible, but I do kinda wish I had done it a little earlier. After hours of her crying to me, "I am not sleeeeeeepy!!!", all it took was the first 30 seconds of Fantasia to bring her into a coma of sleep as immediate as snuffing out a candle.
I called her out of school the next morning, and we spent the day playing and walking to the coffee shop down the street for a bagel and some juice. Gwen's grandparents were driving in from Michigan, and so I knew I was only "on duty" until some time late in the afternoon. The timing was perfect, however, as Gwen performed a near-complete meltdown in the last hour that included some potty-training issues, several loud and emphatic "NO!'s", and many attitude-laden "Leave me alone!'s"
I picked up fast food and drove home as quickly as possible, feeling grungy and gross and tired and worn out. I was finally going to be able to sleep in my own bed that night, and I was going to do it as soon as I ate my food, digested it, and made a phone call to Scott to vent about my day.
Stacy had her baby late last night, a healthy little baby boy. All is well.
