The Logistical Olympics!

We knew that once we got back to work it would be difficult trying to juggle everything. This week we get a little taste of what's to come - try to keep up... Wednesday started with a last minute call to work on Thursday down in the City. Craig is working in the studio and I have to ask for help which is not my favorite thing to do. I call Melissa's mom Diane and beg to bring Finley over for a couple hours while I go get my nails done (SO important - blech.) Thankyouthankyouthankyou to Jack and Diane! Next it is bed for her, shower, clean up, pack for both of us for two days in the city and work (which is always extra packing and attention to detail - flesh colored underthings, jeans, shoes, curling iron, blah blah) Wake up at 6, pack the car, get the baby, change her diaper but keep her in her pajamas. Drive 2 hair raising (we'll make no! we'll be late no we'll just make it) hours in bad traffic over the GW Bridge to Weehawken, NJ to the house of my dear friend Marni who has a nanny who has a daughter in town to take care of Finley. We are late so, change her into her clothes, get ready and RUN for the bus at the end of the block which gets lets out on 42nd Street, get the subway to 23rd Street - though, shit! it is an express which lets me out at 14th street, RUN up to 22nd and 5th. Wait in the longest elevator ride in Manhattan and walk in the door at 10 sharp, maybe 10:01. Work runs long (yay! more money!) and it's back to the pavement, subway, bus back to Weehawken by 3pm! Whew. The good thing is they have a big ole' house and we get the third floor and always sleep great there. The next day is much of the same - to work by 9am down on Bank and the West side highway. Here is a really great thing about my job - sometimes you finish early. This was a job that was 9-5 and it turned out to be 9-11!! Of course you karmically(sp?) pay that back on other jobs that are ridiculously hard or wrong in other ways. SO I stopped by the apartment - took a NAP! and then went to see on opening day - Sex in The City - which was a lot of fun and a super decadent and girly thing to do. I had a blast - had the biggest popcorn they would sell me - the bucket! Back to reality - 5pm Bus, car, sleeping baby, 2 hour drive home. All the while BTW I am feeling awful with a pulled back for days now and allergies. The drive home was ugly with increasing FEVER and chills. Till finally home and sleeping baby no longer sleepy up till 11:30! Ugly. It is no fun when the baby won't sleep, really no fun when the baby won't sleep and you, yourself are sleepy but can't go to sleep yet, and a punishment from GOD when the baby won't sleep and you are sleepy and SICK. Tomorrow we try a new babysitter (thanks anyway, Pops and Lisa - we SO appreciate you) - I leave in the morning till Tuesday for Cleveland. Craig gets back in the evening and flies solo with the baby till I return (he'll get his-heeeheeeheeehaaahaaahaaa.)

Do I have your sympathies? I can hear Craig's voice in my head "You wanted a baby!" Now she is taking her morning nap, I feel better (I think the sickness was a reaction to the allergy medication and other crap I took for the muscle pain), sorry for the blog vomit.

Your reward for reading that...