Why I could Never Live Outside the Suburbs
I rarely write about motherhood here, mostly because I am just winging it and can’t imagine that anyone would really want to hear about my failures. However I blather on at length every week in a email I send to my family and close friends all about the minutia of my week, because I am narcissistic enough to think they care.
Today was a long day (and it is so not over) I left the house at 7am and didn’t get back until 3:30pm (I know, those of you who work outside the home can laugh..). My car was in the shop (oh the heart attack of repairs it needs) today which meant I had to shuttle everyone around. I’m exhausted, so I decided to pull an old (but good) story from my family letter archive to share today. This is from Feb of 2006, I had a 13mo old (E) and a 3 1/2yr old (P), and this is why I would fail as a city mom.
“We veered from our weekly schedule to take a trip to the Phoenix Art Museum on Thursday, since Aaron had the day off. Thursday’s are free all day at the museum, I figured with E in the back pack and Aaron and I to man P it ought to be somewhat of a fun time. Uh, no, I was wrong.
Before we even made it into the museum…we first put E in the stroller to which P threw a massive fit- because he wanted to be in the stroller. Then he wanted to push the stroller, which we let him do, he pushed and let go of the stroller and E went flying into the curb and tipped over. See, it should have been a sign to me to not go inside, but noooo, I was determined to “enlighten” my children and see some art. We went back to the car for the back-pack carrier, which I had to carry because Aaron was having some “neck trouble”. P was only mildly interested in glancing at the art work, certainly not studying it which I was trying to do. They had a really neat impressionists exhibit with some beautiful Monet’s and Manet’s…I just love impressionism! They also had a really cool exhibit all about the history of photography, which we very quickly perused because P wasn’t interested and E wouldn’t stop pulling my hair.
There was one exhibit that P really liked…it was a very small (5×3?) room with mirrored walls, totally dark except for a ton of little LED lights hung down from the ceiling- it kind of gave the effect of millions of fireflies. He really liked that! While waiting for our turn to view it, nearby was a exhibit of foreign currency stacked horizontally forming the infinity sign ON THE FLOOR. P rushed for it, at the same speed that I and Security rushed for him!! Thankfully I caught him before he touched ANYTHING! Long story short we left after a mere 30min.”
