Thursday, April 14, 2011

What is it like to live in NYC? Do you really want to know?

You know how some people write and rant and you think yeah, yeah--get on with your life already. Well, you have my permission to say that in your head about this post.


Today was a long, challenging day.

When I was first a new mom I asked W to help me all time. He is my hero for all he did for me--seriously. There were many nights that the icecream from the store several blocks away called my name and he would run out and get some for me without a second thought. He changed diapers, played with the kids a lot, and just about everything else. I know, blessed right?!

This is W fixing something under the sink with R "helping."

Now that W is working heck-ish hours the tables have turned. My head has been spinning and I have my nose pressed to the grindstone--make that my whole face--like when you copy your face on a copy machine. . . not that I have ever done that (cha--yah, I have--but not recently). But hopefully you'll see what I mean about the turned tables.

My house looks like death warmed over--whatever that looks like. If you ever need to feel like your house doesn't look so bad, just stop by and look at mine and you will breathe an enormous sigh of relief about yours. Seriously, if you decide to stop by please call so I can have a sporting chance at getting the house somewhat prepared--but you'll probably still feel grateful.

In an attempt to allieviate my messy house cares I decided that I could procrastinate no longer on my laundry. W worked 30 hours sans-sleep yesterday (which he does a lot) and he came home to sleep so I let T fall asleep by him and I snuck out to do the laundry. Plus, W sprained his ankle in our apartment (on a protruding wall--just so you know) so he really needed to put his feet up and rest.

I hauled four and half yard garbage bag-sized laundry bags out to the car which I have double parked in the street with my hazard lights on, praying that the meter maids (what they call the patroling, ticketing police for people that break the law in parking) do not give me a ticket, and then I zip off to the 24-hour laundromat 1.5 miles away because it is the only place I can think of that has enough space to fit all my laundry. I have a laudromat closer but trying to do that amount of laundry there is nearly impossible and I get a lot of grumpy looks when I try to use more than three dryers.

By then my stomach is complaining of neglect, so I set out to return books to the library, put some clothes in the good-will bin and find a cheap source of nutritional nurishment.

I got back to the laundromat 20 minutes later to eat and get the clothes changed over to the dryers. Then I hopped into the car and zipped over to the school to get the kids. Just then W called and asked if I could come and get T, because T is going through a I-CANNOT-be-parted-from-mom stage where he randomly wails if I am out of his sight, which was doubly hard because W cannot walk well and T refused to be held.

So I dropped R and S off at their play date's house and zipped over to pick up T. Then we zoomed over to the laundromat to haul out the bags--somehow there seemed to be more on the way home. We dropped the bags off at the foot of our stairwell (again double parking), then parked the car, came back and loaded all the laundry back up the stairs--T played with our 6-year-old neighbor in the hallway.

Then T and I went to get R and S from their play date, which they decided they did not want to leave, even thought the play date's family was going out for dinner a few minutes after I got there to pick the children up. So I had to peel them away, especially T--he was scratching and clawing to get back into their house. It was a really fun house--with a yard. To make it even harder to leave they had Girl Scout cookies.

Since I had the car and it was actually light outside I decided we'd better run and do some grocery shopping, much to the kidlets' chagrin (there was much howling and lamentation heard in the land, if you get my drift). We got a lot of food and headed home.

The kids are finally in bed--though I can hear giggling and poetry through the wall and I am utterly exhausted. I still have to do the dishes, get the garbage out (including 2 broken strollers), break down the Mount Everest of recycling in my kitchen (mostly boxes piled in a corner--eek) and haul it out. There are about twenty other things I could add to that list--but this is all I can comprehend doing tonight. . . maybe the dishes will hold--but the garbage and recycling will not.

It is one of those times when I wish I could climb on my mom's lap; grown-up and all; and have her tell me that every thing is going to be okay, even when times feel tough. I miss my mom.

Maybe it is time to seriously consider getting a maid . . . I wish.

6 comments:

rachel said...

All I can say is hang in there. I am terrified to be a mom of 3... if you can do it in Brooklyn (a thought that scared me home) then I should be able to do it here right? You're a wonderful mom and someday your kids will sing your constant praises and a messy apartment and dirty laundry will be things of the past. Who will remember?

Whitney said...

Sooooo that whole need-to-be-able-to-see-mom thing doesn't go away soon? Some days I just walk around holding Blake because that seems like the only thing that will console him!

While I don't have the amount of laundry you do and don't have a car to double park, I often feel like you do when I'm doing laundry. Or running around doing anything these days. I've actually started staying at the laundromat between washing and drying so I can get some "me" time. Wow. "Me" time at the laundromat.

Marci said...

Oh, I feel so weighed down thinking about all you had to do today! I have had more of those days than I care to count. Luckily since the move we do have a dishwasher, washer and dryer, and more space now but everyone I know is amazed when they come to visit and they find out what "city" living is really like. We would love to have your family come play soon! Keep your head up. Not every day will be like this and someday this period of your life will be over and your children will liken you to the pioneers with the trials and challenges they had to go through :)

Heather said...

Just doing laundry in NYC without kids exhausted me. You are such an incredible trooper. Maybe W doesn't have time to get you ice cream right now, but you definitely deserve to get yourself some!

Kelly said...

You are NOT allowed in my apt tomorrow for those very reasons!! lol! I'm so excited to see you guys!!

Mindy said...

I seriously love your guts- everything about you. You have the most amazing way of finding hope and humor in the midst of hard times. I am SO excited to play with you and the kiddos when you come out to UT. The babes are crying ... gotta go :) Love ya!
ps. My apartment is usually messy too and the laundry is usually oozing out of the laundry baskets (that is if the clothes are actually in the basket.)