Notes from Working-Mom-Land
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2008
5:45 AM Alarm goes off
5:55 AM Y hears the alarm and wakes me up
5:56 AM Shower
6:05 AM Still in the shower. Having great difficulty leaving the peace and quiet and the warmth. Temperature outside about 10 degrees. Q wakes up and comes into the bathroom to talk to me about his day yesterday. I've been in the shower so long I can't see him from the steam but I can hear him sit down on the little table while I try to drag myself away from the caress of the water - Q tells me the BIG NEWS - He read his first book all by himself - Green Eggs and Ham!!!!!!
6:10 AM I drag myself out of the shower - Q tells me he went snowboarding (Monday was a snow day!) but the snowboard wasn't good so he went sledding which WAS good because he and his dad went down the hill together and they both flipped off and fell face first into the snow!!!!!!!
6:15 AM I'm dry - kind of - and I put on my outfit that I picked out on Sunday (all clothes hung in order from Monday through Friday - no way can I listen to Q AND choose clothes that make me look like an adult.) Q yells from his room can he wear a short sleeve shirt under a long sleeve shirt and then he won't be so hot!!!!!! during gym?!!!!! I scoot over to his room while pulling on my tights and see he is already wearing his t-shirt and it's tucked up under his chin in an effort to see the belt that he is trying very hard to belt on his own. His jeans are too big in the waist and he's cinching the belt really tight. I stop for a moment and watch him. His room is a mess of all the magic of 6 years old stuff. He is so earnest and happy and curious and loving and I feel - really feel - the fullness of this life and say my quick prayer - thank - you - God - thank you thank you thank you thank you God.
6:25 AM Blow dry my hair while Q shows me how he can read Green Eggs and Ham - he is sitting on the floor of the hallway and I'm yelling over the blowdryer - "that's AMAZING!!! Look at how all your hard work has paid off!!! Wow! Reading!" He is ignoring me. He is looking at the words and he's literally in a wonder of it all daze. He cannot believe he can read. The world has just exploded and it is no longer censored.
6:30 AM Y brings up a cup of coffee and toast with cinnamon sugar. Loveliness! No time to sit down. I eat while I am putting on my makeup. I am about to put on my shoes but remember the snow storm yesterday and the 6 inches of slush on the city streets and decide to wear my boots.
6:40 AM Start asking Q to put on his boots - this will take several minutes - ok honey let's get your boots on - sweatheart - yes I saw the book - now let's get your boots on - yes, I saw you do a slide back flip off the couch several times but if you remember we're not supposed to do any kind of back flip off of the couch - now how about sliding those feet into those boots - yes I see your boots could be gloves but you couldn't easily eat anything if you had to - come to think of it - why don't you try them on your feet! As this exchange goes on - I put my wallet in my purse, check for my subway pass, grab soup out of the fridge - toast two pot tarts - wrap pop tarts in paper towel - put soup and bread and poptarts in cool polka dot lunch thingy Y bought me - put my mega huge snow hiking boots (my nice shiny city girl boots are at work for some reason that I cannot recall) on - and put my shoes on top of my purse - put on my coat - put on my hat - try to resist helping Q zip his coat - fail resisting helping Q with his coat zipper - get scolded at by Q that he is NOT a BABY and he will zip his own coat - remind my self that I am happy he has his boots on as he walks outside into the 10 degree temperature holding his coat closed because there wasn't time to zip it.
6:50 AM Car ride to the train station. Listen to Q talk about how he hopes the lego station is open today.
6:55 AM sit in a car for a few minutes as we watch the ferry pull away from the dock and the people who have gotten off trudging toward the stairs to the platform - watch the people on the platform visibly shiver from the cold.
7:01 AM Get out of the car as I see the train lights in the distance - kisses to the boys and waves and I try to dash down the stairs in the tunnel but quickly realize each boot weights ten pounds and so I kind of shuffle the toward the stairs the way a guy with cement 'shoes' who has just escaped the mafia might - with an earnest need to move forward quickly without the ability to actually do so. I look and feel foolish - but decide my warm feet make up for my feelings of awkwardness.
7:05 AM Train starts towards Grand Central. I put in my ear phones and listen to my i-phone. Try to watch adoption videos on you tube but AT&T is not having it - no connection. I open my bag and eat my pop tarts - brown sugar type. I cannot sleep so I look at the river and think in a couple of weeks there will be no more ice on it and all of the snow will be gone.
8:17 AM the train pulls into Grand Central. I will never ever get bored of walking through Grand Central Station. Early morning sunlight is pouring through the tall windows and making those long diagonal stripes down to the floor. The clock stands sentry while people are walking or sprinting or running in every direction. Thousands of people are getting off the trains from the towns West, North and East and heading into the subway or out into the street while a seemingly equal number of people are coming from the subway or street and walking through Grand Central in order to get into the office building above it. There is no way to get through the center of the main hall at this time of day without being jostled. It is CITY. THE city. Big, loud, wonderful, fast, purposeful, with a diversity that is without parallel. It is literally one of my all time favorite places in the world, and as crazy as my day is I have 60 seconds of real childlike happiness each day I get to travel through it.
8:20 AM Escalator down into subway. Stand watch over 10 turnstyles with hundreds of people coming at me through them - see a free moment and I dash through one in the opposite direction - get bumped several times as I make my way to my line - one of 6 or so. The subway is crazier than Grand Central. Walk down the steps very very carefully as my boots seem to be about 6 inches longer than each stair. Get the the platform as a train is pulling up but it's an express. I let it go because I know I will be trampled on the escalator when I get off the express as people literally run up the escalator at this time of day.
8:22 AM Local train comes - I take it - it's more crowded than express but when I get out I'm one level about the express platform - so no escalator. I now have just one flight of stairs.
8:24 AM - Out on the street again - it's freezing!!!!!! But my feet are nice and warm and dry. I debate whether to walk a block for expensive coffee or just go into work and drink the coffee there.
8:26 AM Standing in line so that I can pay $6.00 for coffee and 500 calories worth of bread! I think about how sick that is. I wonder if one day years from now we will watch a table full of woeful looking men testify in front of congress that indeed they never knew their product was addictive.
8:28 AM I am run/sliding/thumping my way across the street and then down the block to my work. I hear a heavily accented "Maam! Maaaaammmmm!!!!!!!!" behind me and I turn around. He is one building away and waving frantically in the direction of the intersection I have just crossed. "IS THAT YOUR SHOE!" He screams. I look where he is pointing and sure enough in the direct middle of the cross walk is my black suede pump. It's amazing what one lone shoe looks like in the middle of a busy street. I scream (yes, I screamed. I have seen accidents that caused blood to spurt in all directions and remained calm but the sight of my shoe made me burst out.) The kind man waves his arms frantically to the cars that were about to run over my shoe and dashes out into the intersection. He grabs my shoe and comes running toward me as I try as much as I can in my boots to run toward him. "Your shoe!!!" He says smiling as he hands it to me and then goes dashing back down the street in the opposite direction. I look at him and am reminded how much I love New Yorkers. I am about to put my shoe in my back but realize it is soaking wet and carry it in my hand as I go in the building.
8:30 AM I try to manuver my shoe, lunch bag and coffee cup and purse so that I can get my security pass to go into the elevator bank of our building. Finally get it and swipe it so that the turnstyle opens. I get on the elevator with four other people and press the 33 floor button. The elevator closes and the guy standing next to me looks at the shoe I'm holding in my hand which is dripping slush onto the floor of the elevator. He looks up at me. I smile at him. He looks confused and gets off of the elevator.
8:31 AM I get out of the elevator, say hi to Pearl at the reception desk, take a left and walk past all of the cubicles. I pass the kitchen and take another left and arrive at my cubicle which looks directly into a small conference room that is all glass and looks out over Park Avenue and Central Park. I take off my coat, hat, scarf, gloves and boots. I take out my dry shoe and put it on and try to dry off my wet one somewhat with a paper towel. I put on the wet shoe and pull out the space heater and point it to my feet. Not as bad as I thought.
I sit look out of the window and take a sip of coffee. I look at the clock. Q is just getting to school and my day begins.