The older two are on their way to work with dad today. That leaves me and my side-kick.
The older ones went last year too and it was just a normal day around here. I guess back then The Baby was a little oblivious. Based on that, today I had cleaning and cooking and maybe a quick trip to the gym planned. I figured The Baby would help a little, play a little and just generally act like it was a normal day home alone with me.
Last night when The Kids (as he affectionately refers to his older siblings) were gearing up for Train Trip 2011 The Baby had a mini-meltdown.
“How come The Kids get to go with daddy and I don’t?” He asked me through watery eyes.
I had no answer. I mean, I knew but how do you tell that sweet face that he is just too much for the average Manhattan office building? How do you explain that even when he’s five, this trip might not happen because it’s one thing to bring two children to work but quite another to descend on an unsuspecting PR firm with the entire Circus? How do you break a little person’s heart like that?
My answer? You don’t.
So we plotted in whispers to have Our Day. We would open that Gorilla Munch even if the Kix weren’t finished yet. We would maybe have THREE glasses of Orange Juice and then, just maybe, we’d (shhh) go see Hop without The Kids.
So I’m sending my apologies to the visiting Aunts and Nephew. I raced around until the wee hours last night to ensure clean sheet and a scrubbed bathroom, but I can’t guarantee I’ll have a totally clean house. I have A Day to get to.
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