Today’s Daily Photo is courtesy of my irresistable water bottle.
The past few days have seen a confluence of events which, if it weren’t happening to me, would boggle the mind.
On Tuesday, all I wanted to do was hang out at the mall. How is it that something so simple can become such a hysterical laughing matter. It involved Olivia vomiting all over my car, having no cash for the car wash guy, the local bank on fire, etc. I won’t drag you all into it. Just trust me when I say it was a typical Irene day.
Yesterday was more of the same. The entire point of the day was simply to take Olly to a park we haven’t been to. Boy oh boy…not so simple.
After missing my exit to the Gateway Wildlife Reserve in Queens, I found myself mistakenly going over a bridge, paying $2.50, and winding up in Far Rockaway. I decided it wasn’t a big deal since there was a another park, Jacob Riis, I could take her to. There was a detour and I followed it, but when the road split, there were no more signs and of course, I took the wrong one. Yes folks, I ended up on another bridge, costing me another $2.50, and wound up in Brooklyn. I had had enough and decided to go back to my neighborhood. This tryst through the boroughs was costing me too much money.
I took Olivia to the Forest Park playground on Myrtle Avenue near our home. She sat in the stroller as I fed her. I let her walk around a bit, but decided there were too many bugs and was gonna walk to the neighborhood mall. As I am strapping her in a little boy, followed by his mother, approaches and he swipes my water bottle out the bottom of the stroller. Kids do odd things at times so this was not what bugged me. What DID bother me was when the kid started taking swigs from my water bottle and HIS MOTHER LET HIM! WTF? She stood there watching her nearly 2-year-old toddler drink from a stranger’s bottle. WHO DOES THAT!?! I stood watching in shock and confusion. She eventually said “that’s enough”, taking the bottle from him and putting it back in the stroller.
Stunned, I began walking out of the park, toward Atlas Park mall, when the front strap on my flip flop broke. I looked down, realized what happened and sighed. Enough was enough. I walked back to the car with one shoe, drove home, parked the car 3 blocks away - forcing me to walk the 3 blocks with only one flip flop on. I got upstairs, sat on the couch, put on Season 5 of the West Wing, and didn’t move the rest of the day. I didn’t even make it to the pool for my swim.
Today is Thursday. I am not leaving the house. Bad things happen when I leave the house.










