May continues to be a busy busy month. How do I react? I took full advantage of Mother’s Day my way on Sunday and it was the exact relaxation I needed. The rain returned this week and I’m not sure why Mother Nature isn’t holding up her end of the bargain. Wasn’t the deal that we’d put up with rain every day last week so we could be done with it by now? All I gotta say is that it better clear up by Saturday so we can fully enjoy the Brooklyn half and all that Coney Island has to offer.
My Mother’s Day was pretty perfect. But now I vent: I started with an early morning peloton class in-studio and then grabbed a latte on my way to meet up with Albert and V for a trip to the bookstore and a favorite restaurant (Veselka) for brunch. And then…I asked Albert to take V home and be the one to stay at the apartment during nap while I spent a few hours doing my own thing. I came home just as Finn was waking up and to stay home and clear am episode from the dvr whole the boys killed time at the playground or wherever. We all had supper together (Italian on the couch) and I loved it. It was all the fun but none of the fuss – I got to enjoy time with my kid for lunch without having to deal with toddler travel logistics. I ate a yummy meal but didn’t have to clean anything up. I didn’t have to sacrifice a run to make sure I was home during nap. Basically – I spent the day like a dad. What I don’t understand is why, when I described my plans to people, they were met with lots of “good for you” (like it was so revolutionary) and “you earned it” (like i only earned one day of this). Meanwhile it is not just accepted but expected as a foregone conclusion that on Father’s Day, the moms watch the kid so the dad can go play golf and drink for 6+ hours. I should say that my husband is a very involved father and encouraged me to spend the day like this, but there was still a bit of “you do what you want – it’s your day”…because “his” day for doing that is every other day? I have zero regrets about how I spent Mother’s Day, but I’m annoyed that it’s such a radical concept. I admit, it’s normal for my man to vanish like that on the weekend, but that’s why it should also be normal for me to do the same (with whatever my equivalent is…wine and a real housewives marathon? Writing in a coffee shop for 4 hours?). Thankfully, my husband agrees – I got a good one – but it seems the rest of society thinks this is just wild. In the end, we’ve realized what works for our family, and I love that for us.
I’m trying to squeeze in a few more shows before the Tonys and just saw “Maybe Happy Ending” with Rebekah. I thought the show was really beautiful – heartwarming and a bit quirky. I’m rooting for it!
This is a very big week for us at work, as the Diddy trial is fully underway and our client has taken the stand to testify against him. I could not be more proud of her for very bravely sharing her extraordinarily traumatic story and of the firm for being on the right side of justice – and history.
Peaches to Apples 